Drizzt Novels
These
Tomes are penned by the scribe R. A. Salvatore.
They tell of the ongoing adventures of drizzt Do'Urden and his friends.
The dark Elf Trilogy :
Homeland
:
Travel to strange and exotic Menzoberranzan, the vast city of the Drow. The
young prince of a royal house - Daermon N'a'shezbaernon - Drizzt grows to
maturity in the vile world of his dark kin. Possessing honour beyond the scope
of his unprincipled society, young Drizzt faces an inevitable dilemma. Can
he live in a world that rejects integrity?
Exile
:
Hostile in ways that a surface-dweller could never imagine, the tunnel mazes
of the Underdark challenge all who tread there. Among these souls are Drizzt
Do'Urden and his magical cat, Guenhwyvar. Exiled from his drow homeland, Drizzt
must fight for a new home in the boundless labyrinth. Meanwhile, he watches
for signs of pursuit - for the dark elves are not a forgiving race.
Sojourn
:
Far above the merciless Underdark, Drizzt Do'Urden fights to survive the elelments
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 it's inhabitants, but acceptance among
the surface-dwellers doesn't come easily .
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The Icewind dale trilogy :
The
Crystal Shard :
The Crystal Shard was not content with an existance in a remote mountain range...It
wanted more. It wanted power.
Akar Kessel sets in motion events that lead to the rediscovery of the Crystal
Shard, a magical device that may be powerful enough to bring about the destruction
of Ten Towns.
Meanwhile, the barbarians are planning to attack Ten Towns, and their brutal
assault seals their fate and that of Wulfgar. Wulfgar, a young barbarian,
proves himself to be a mighty warrior among his race. But, even with the help
of the dark elf Drizzt Do'Urden and Bruenor the dwarf, is he strong enough
to reunite the barbarian tribes? And will the people of Ten Towns put aside
their petty differences in time to stave off the mysterious forces of the
Crystal Shard?
Streams
Of silver :
Bruenor the dwarf,
Wulfgar the barbarian, Regis the halfling and Drizzt the dark elf fight monsters
and magic on their way to Mithril Hall, centuries old birthplace of Bruenor
and his dwarven ancestors.
Faced with racism, Drizzt comtemplates returning to the lightless underworld
city and murderous lifestyle he abandoned.
Wulfgar begins to overcome his tribe's aversion to magic. And Regis runs from
a deadly assassin, who, allied with evil wizards, is bent on the companions
destruction.
All of Bruenor's dreams, and the survival of his party, hinge upon the actions
of one brave young woman.
The
Halflings Gem :
Assassin Artemis
Entreri whisks his kidnapped victim, Regis the halfling, south to Calimport
and Pasha Pook's vengful hands. If Pook can control the magical panther Guenhwyvar,
Regis will die in a real game of cat and mouse.
Using an enchanted mask, dark elf Drizzt Do'Urden hides his heritage and races
with the barbarian Wulfgar to save their light-fingered friend. An unexpected
ally arrives just as Entreri springs a trap. But can Regis survive unscathed?
The companions from Icewind Dale battle pirates on the famed Sword Coast,
brave the deserts of Calimshan, and fight monsters from other planes to rescue
their friend ..... and themselves.
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Legacy :
Life
is good for Drizzt Do'Urden, better than it has ever been for the beleaguered
dark elf. His dearest friend, the dwarf Bruenor, has reclaimed his throne,
and his adventuring companions, Wulfgar and Cattie-Brie, are to wed in the
spring . Even the halfling Regis has returned. All the friends are united
in the safety and prosperity of Mithril Hall,where streams silver of mithril
run deepand dwarven hammers bang out the solemn rhythms of ancient and unending
songs.
But Drizzt did not achieve this state of mind without leaving powerful enemies
in his wake. Lloth, the dreaded Spider Queen deity of the evil dark elves,
counts herself among them and has vowed to end the drow's days of pleasant
security.
Starless Night :
The
Underdark. A place of brooding darkness, where no shadows exist, and where
Drizzt Do'Urden does not wish to go.The noble dark elf must return there
though, must go back to find his friends in the gnome city of Blingdenstone,
and on to Menzoberranzan, city of the drow. Only then can Drizzt discern
what perils might reach out from that dark place to threaten his friends
in Mithril Hall.
He finds allies where he least expects them and enemies he thought long
gone. His scimitars slash at monsters too evil to reside under the sunlight
of the surface world, while his inner strength wrestles with a the tumult
of emotions assaulting the noble drow when he looks once more on his dreaded
homeland.
All the while Drizzt must fend off the weight of guilt for a dear friend
lost to him forever.
Siege Of
Darkness :
"Let
the damned drow come!"
All about me I saw excitment, in the dwarves, in Cattie-Brie, even in Regis,
the halfling known more for preparing for lunch and nap than preparing 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 of additions to the common defense, and raising our voices together
in 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 euphoria of frenetic preparations. Now, looking back, it is an easy
thing to recognise.
It was hope.
Passage
To Dawn :
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?
The Silent
Blade :
Wulfgar
returns from the Abyss to find there are Demons a hammer cannot crush
Entreri has used his dagger to carve out 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.
Spine Of
The World :
Updated
when I get the books
