I really enjoyed this book! It was really good and I liked the humor that R.A. Salvatore put into it, I definitely laughed a couple of times in this book.
Far above the merciless Underdark, Drizzt Do'Urden fights to survive the elements of Toril's harsh surface. The young drow begins a sojourn through a world entirely unlike his own--even as he evades the dark elves of his past. He begins to understand his new home and its inhabitants, but acceptance among the surface-dwellers doesn't come easily.
Page Excerpt:
"Run, Eleni!" Connor Thistledown cried, waving his sword and bearing down on the drow. "It is a dark elf!"
Of all that Connor had cried, Drizzt only understood the word "drow." The young man's attitude and intent could not be mistaken, though, for Connor charged straight between Drizzt and Eleni, his sword tip pointed Drizzt's way. Eleni managed to get to her feet behind her brother, but she did not flee. She, too, had heard of the evil dark elves and she would not leave Connor to face one alone.
"Turn away, dark elf," Connor growled. "I am an expert swordsman and much stronger than you."
Drizzt held his hands out, not understanding a word.
"Turn away!" Connor yelled.
On impulse, Drizzt replied in the silent code of his people, an itnricate language of hand and facial gestures.
"He's casting a spell!" Eleni cried, and she dove into the blueberries. Connor charged, his sword leading the way.
Before Connor even knew of the counter, Drizzt grabbed him by the forearm, used his other hand to twist the boy's wrist and take away the sword, spun the crude weapon three times over Connor's head, flipped it in his slender hand, then handed it, hilt first, back to the boy.
Drizzt held his arms out wide and smiled. In drow custom, such a show of superiority without injury signaled a desire for friendship. To the oldest son of farmer Thistledown, the drow's display brought only terror.
Connor stood, mouth agape, for a long moment. His sword fell from his hand; his pants, soiled, clung uncomfortably to his thighs, but he didn't notice.
A scream erupted from somewhere within Connor and he grabbed Eleni, who joined in his scream, and they fled back to the grove to collect the others, then farther running until they crossed the threshold fo their own home.
Drizzt was left, his smile fast fading and his arms out wide, standing all alone in the blueberry patch.
Far above the merciless Underdark, Drizzt Do'Urden fights to survive the elements of Toril's harsh surface. The young drow begins a sojourn through a world entirely unlike his own--even as he evades the dark elves of his past. He begins to understand his new home and its inhabitants, but acceptance among the surface-dwellers doesn't come easily.
Page Excerpt:
"Run, Eleni!" Connor Thistledown cried, waving his sword and bearing down on the drow. "It is a dark elf!"
Of all that Connor had cried, Drizzt only understood the word "drow." The young man's attitude and intent could not be mistaken, though, for Connor charged straight between Drizzt and Eleni, his sword tip pointed Drizzt's way. Eleni managed to get to her feet behind her brother, but she did not flee. She, too, had heard of the evil dark elves and she would not leave Connor to face one alone.
"Turn away, dark elf," Connor growled. "I am an expert swordsman and much stronger than you."
Drizzt held his hands out, not understanding a word.
"Turn away!" Connor yelled.
On impulse, Drizzt replied in the silent code of his people, an itnricate language of hand and facial gestures.
"He's casting a spell!" Eleni cried, and she dove into the blueberries. Connor charged, his sword leading the way.
Before Connor even knew of the counter, Drizzt grabbed him by the forearm, used his other hand to twist the boy's wrist and take away the sword, spun the crude weapon three times over Connor's head, flipped it in his slender hand, then handed it, hilt first, back to the boy.
Drizzt held his arms out wide and smiled. In drow custom, such a show of superiority without injury signaled a desire for friendship. To the oldest son of farmer Thistledown, the drow's display brought only terror.
Connor stood, mouth agape, for a long moment. His sword fell from his hand; his pants, soiled, clung uncomfortably to his thighs, but he didn't notice.
A scream erupted from somewhere within Connor and he grabbed Eleni, who joined in his scream, and they fled back to the grove to collect the others, then farther running until they crossed the threshold fo their own home.
Drizzt was left, his smile fast fading and his arms out wide, standing all alone in the blueberry patch.
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