Neverwinter: The Neverwinter Saga, Book II
R.A. Salvatore
Language: English
Pages: 352
ISBN: 0786958421
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
With the last of his trusted companions having fallen, Drizzt is alone--and free--for the first time in almost a hundred years. Guilt mingles with relief, leaving Drizzt uniquely vulnerable to the persuasions of his newest companion--Dahlia, a darkly alluring elf and the only other member of their party to survive the cataclysm at Mount Hotenow. But traveling with Dahlia is challenging in more ways than one. As the two companions seek revenge on the one responsible for leveling Neverwinter--and nearly Luskan as well--Drizzt finds his usual moral certainty swept away by her unconventional views. Forced to see the dark deeds that the common man may be driven to by circumstance, Drizzt begins to find himself on the wrong side of the law in an effort to protect those the law has failed. Making new enemies, as his old enemies acquire deadly allies, Drizzt and Dahlia quickly find themselves embroiled in battle--a state he's coming to enjoy a little too much.
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“The Spellplague,” he quietly mouthed. “Valindra?” Arunika asked as the lich finally calmed. “In friendship,” Valindra replied as if nothing had happened. “And in kinship.” “I’m not your kin,” Arunika insisted. Valindra flashed a wicked smile and held forth the scepter of Asmodeus. Arunika nodded, her light eyes sparkling at the sight. “It was given to Valindra by Sylora Salm of Thay,” Jestry dared interject, “who serves Szass Tam.” “And so you are Ashmadai,” Arunika replied. “As are.
Bested for the position of high captain. The older man grinned his gap-toothed smile and stroked the sharp gray stubble on his cheeks and chin, nodding all the while. “Beniago angles for his turn at high captain,” Klutarch answered. He turned to face the red-haired Beniago, who stood in front of Drizzt and Dahlia. “Don’t ye, ye sea dog? Or might that ye’d’ve been better off killing the dark-skinned one, as ’twas the light-skinned lady ye was sent to retrieve?” Drizzt and Dahlia looked at each.
Teased, “and save your artisans for work on your buildings.” Suddenly a perfectly wonderful, perfectly cynical, perfectly wicked thought came to him. “Or your bridges,” he added. “Our bridges?” “The Winged Wyvern Bridge,” Barrabus said. Every head in the crowd turned to regard the distant structure, just the tips of the wyvern’s wide-spread wings visible from that vantage point. “Yes, what of it?” “It was not always called that,” Barrabus explained. Jelvus Grinch looked at him curiously.
Fortunate I was in finding these four amazing companions to share a road. Will I find such friends, ready to sacrifice all for me, again? Will I love again? Even if I do, will it be the same intensity of that which I knew with Catti-brie? I know not, but I’m not afraid to find out. That’s my freedom now, to walk my road with eyes wide and heart open, without regret and with a true understanding of how blessed my existence beside these companions has been. And there is one other freedom now: For.
Own,” said Alegni. “If I tell him to kill himself, he will kill himself. If I tell him to kill you, you will be dead. Do you understand?” Another hard swallow preceded the next nod. “I command a sizable Shadovar force,” the tiefling said, lifting his gaze from poor Jelvus Grinch to address all of the gathering. “You have met our wretched enemies, these Thayans and their ghoulish minions with ghoulish designs. I alone can protect you from the withering fingers of Szass Tam, and I will do so.”.