The Thousand Orcs by: R.A. Salvatore (Forgotten Realms)

A very good book, I really like this series. It is very good.

One Dark Elf. Two Enchanted Blades. One Unknown Enemy. And a Horde of Invaders.

When a blood-thirsty band of orcs, led by an as-yet-unseen enemy, comes rampaging out of the Spine of the World, it lays waste to everything in its path. Dark elf ranger Drizzt Do'Urden and his most trusted friends find themselves in the path of destruction. Ad blades slash and feet trample, even they may not withstand the Thousand Orcs.

Sea of Swords by: R.A. Salvotore (Forgotten Realms)

It is good to be home.

It is good to hear the wind of Icewind Dale, to feel it's invigorating bite, like some reminder that I am alive.

Drizzt Do'Urden and his companions take to the road and sea in a search for their missing friend Wulfgar. Their only clue in this life-and-death hunt is the mark of the barbarian's lost warhammer Aegis-fang, found branded on the back of a vicious outlaw. As they travel along the reaches of the Sword Coast, the companions grapple with the puzzle Wulfgar's life has become, and they slowly uncover the terrible pain that lies at its center.

The Spine of the World by: R.A. Salvatore (Forgotten Realms)

I really loved this book! It was great reading about characters other than Drizzt and Cattie-brie, I think my new favorite character is Meralda.

Even the brutal streets of a treacherous city can't hide a tortured soul forever.

The barbarian Wulfgar sets upon a dangerous path toward redemption when an old friend finds him in the city of Luskan. Wulfgar's journey twists up the windswept peaks of the Spine of the World. He will persevere, for at the end lies his most prized possesion--the life he thought he'd lost forever.

The Silent Blade by: R.A. Salvatore (Forgotten Realms)

These books are so good!!! I absolutely love this series!

Wulfar returns from the Abyss to find there are demons a hammer cannot crush.

Entreri has used his dagger to carve an empire in the back streets of Calimport, as he seeks the head of his oldest foe.

Drizzt learns that not all wounds bleed. And not all blades kill.

Happy Mother's Day!

Happy Mother's Day Mom! I love you so much and I greatly appreciate everything that you have done for me. I would not be the woman that I am today if it wasn't for me. You are my hero and I am so glad that I am growing up to be just like you. I can't wait to see you again at Lake Powell. I am so excited!

Passage to Dawn by: R.A. Salvatore (Forgotten Realms)

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?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KARISSA!

You are getting so big Karissa! It is crazy to think that you are 9 now. I definitely wish I could be there for your birthday! Have a wonderful birthday and I will see you at Lake Powell.

Siege of Darkness by: R.A. Salvatore (Forgotten Realms)

"Let the damned drow come!"

All about me I saw excitement, in the dwarves, in Cattie-brie, even in Regis, the halfling known more for preparing for lunch and nap than for war. I felt it, too. That tingling anticipation, that camaraderie that had me and all the others patting each other on the back, offering praises for the simplest additions to the common defense, and raising our voices together in a cheer whenever good news was announced. What was it? It was more than shared fear, more than giving thanks for what we had while realizing that it might soon be stolen away. I didn't understand it then, in that time of frenzy, in that euphonia of frantic preparations. Now, looking back, it is an easy thing to recognize.

It was hope.