Bhaal must be stopped! Someone is sabotaging the iron mines of the Sword Coast, pushing powerful realms toward a bloddy war, and a young mercenary toward an unimaginable secret.
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Cyric. One of the youngest and most powerful gods of the Toril pantheon. Cyric. Who ascended to godhead in the Avatar Trilogy. Cyric. Now a victim of his own sinister machinations. He has gone insane. His destructive actions have caused concern in the highest levels of the deities. It is time for the older gods to intervene and bring this upstart back into line for the good of all Toril. It is time for the trial of Cyric.
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"The child's mother will be leaving this house," Gromph Baenre told the elf-size golem. "See to it, and inform her family that she met with an unfortunate accident on the way to the Bazaar." The stone servant bowed and then disappeared into the wall as easily as a wraith might pass through a fog bank. A moment later, the scream of a drow female came from a nearby chamber--a scream that began in terror and ended in a liquid gurgle. Gromph leaned forward and blew out the candle, for darkness best revealed the character of the drow. All light fled the room, and the archmage's eyes changed from amber to brilliant red as his vision slipped into the heat-reading spectrum. "You are Liriel Baenre, my daughter and a noble of the First House of Menzoberranzan," he announced, and then sat back to study the child's reaction. The crimson glow of heat and warmth drained from her face, and her tiny, pale-knuckled hands gripped the edge of the desk for support. It was clear that the little drow understood all that had just occured. Her expression remained stoic, however, and her voice was firm when she repeated her new name. Gromph nodded approvingly. Liriel had accepted the reality of the situation--she could hardly do otherwise and survive--yet the rage and frustration of an untamed spirit burned bright in her eyes. This was his daughter, indeed.
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Welcome to Waterdeep. Here, everything imaginable is for sale. Even dreams can be purchased if one is willing to pay the price. When the sale of dream spheres threatens the life of his newfound half sister, Danilo Thann joins forces with Arilyn Moonblade to uncover the source of this deadly trade. Their search leads them into the dark heart of Waterdeep, and the personal secrets that could destroy them both.
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Serene, beautiful, inviolate. Rich in magic and treasure, to those who hear of its legends it is the ultimate paradise. To the beleagured elves of Toril it is the ultimate refuge. But to many it is the ultimate prize. At the heart of its story is Amlaruil, Queen of All Elves. When Evermeet comes under massive, devastating attack, her sacrifice holds the last hope of saving the elven homeland.
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Adrift in a strange world, the half-demon Vheod embarks on a quest to rid his new home of a powerful demon lord...but before this unspeakable evil can be destroyed, it will have to be released!
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A vengeful ghost is only teh frist suspect when the body of Grodoveth, the king's envoy, is found separated from its head. It seems that everyone in town had either motive or opportunity to commit the...Murder in Cormyr
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For all his power as God of Strife and Lord of the Dead, Cyric cannot achieve that which he desires most--revenge on the Goddess of Magic. To this end, he searches in vain for the soul of Kelemvor Lyonsbane. Once Cyric's friend and the goddess Midnight's lover, in the time when all three roamed the world as mortals, Kelemvor remains hidden from Cyric by those who would see the mad god overthrown. But Cyric will risk all to find his quiet nemesis, even the destruction of the Realm of the Dead.
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Accosted by bullies on a forest trail, Aeron had no way of knowing that the confrontation would change his life forever. Accused of a crime for which he bears no blame, he is pursued deep into the forests of the Maerchwood. First rescued, and then tutored, by the mysterious Storm Walker, he discovers a previously undreamed-of talent for magic, and his life is swept up in the study of the arcane arts...until the very principles of magic, and indeed the future of Faerun, come under attack from the unspeakably evil influences of...The Shadow Stone
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Wulfgar 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.
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The word brings to mind magic and dragons. Unthinkable energy. Magical energy that a simple scullery maid can't possibly control. Shandril of Highmoon, an orphaned girl, is bored. Her solution: run away, in search of adventure. What Shandril doesn't know is that her whimsical action will take her to the grotto of the most feared creature in the Realms...or that the burden of saving the Forgotten Realms will fall on her slender shoulders. Shandril of Highmoon finds adventure all right...and love, and death, and terror.
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Summoning a fireball spell, Liriel Baenre braced her feet and set off the small missile. She heard the fireball strike the enemy ship's unseen shield and counted rapidly until an answering flash exploded from the darkness that stretched between the battling ships. It was her own weapon, rebounded back. The fireball diminished as it came, falling short of the Elfmaid's deck and disappearing into the water with a weak fizzle. A smile of triumph flashed across the drow's face. She now knew how long she had between attack and escape. Again magic fire erupted from her fingers. A barrage of fireballs spewed forth, so quickly it appeared as though multicolored lightning flashed from her outstretched hand. The exhausted drow dropped to the deck. But she struggled back to her knees, hands clasping the Windwalker amulet, face set in determination as she called forth the gate spell that would take the pirate ship several miles to the south...and safety. Nothing...A scream of pure, primal rage tore from the drow's throat--never had magic refused to obey her call! Her scream ended in a shriek of prayer, a final desperate plea--to Lloth. Utterly spent, Liriel watched as her own weapons rebounded toward the ship in a colorful storm, whistling as they burst through the magical darkness and hurtled downward like falling stars. The illusion she had hoped to cast--the destruction of the Elfmaid and the deaths of those aboard--would soon be all too real.
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