Diane K. reviewed on 8/27/2005 + 236 more book reviews

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?

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