"Six years. Not so long in the lifespan of a drow. And yet-in counting the months, the weeks, the days, the hours- it seemed to me as if I had been away from Mithril Hall a hundred times that number. The place was another lifetime, another way of life, a mere stepping stone to...

To what? To where?

I ride the waves along the sword coast now, the wind and spray in my face. My ceiling is the rush of clouds and the canopy of stars, my floor, the creaking boards of a swift, well-weathered ship. Beyond that lies the azure blanket, flat and still, heaving and rolling, hissing in the rain and exploding under the fall of a breaching whale.

Is this, then, my home?"


I am not sure I am in the mood for the melancholy that is Drizzt. He had his place in my life, and I forever am greatful for the blessings of the dark elf, but now, I need happy books. Happy characters. Characters where good things happen to them, even amongst the chaos. So, I am rushing off to make this series available. Yes. I am.

Participating in pheelya's first challenge

by sending books off to the folks serving the USA in the military posts out of country.
Go here to check it out.