No One Will Ever Write

I Need No Fantasies To Belittle The Great Treasures That I Already Possess.

Drizzt Do'urden Had Followed A Line Of Precepts Based Upon Discipline And Ultimate Optimism. He Fought For A Better World Because He Believed That A Better World Could And Would Be Made. He Had Never Held Any Illusions That He Would Change The World, Of Course, Or Even A Substantial Portion Of It, But He Always Held Strongly That Fighting To Better Just His Own Little Pocket Of The World Was A Worthwhile Cause.

The Most Common Criticism That I've Seen Is That I Write "popcorn Fantasy": Lightweight Action-adventure. Some People Call It That As They Explain Why They Love It For Exactly That Reason. I'm Cool With That, Either Way. I Just Nod And Let It Go.

As I Became A Creature Of The Empty Tunnels, Survival Became Easier And More Difficult All At Once. I Gained In The Physical Skills And Experience Necessary To Live On. I Could Defeat Almost Anything That Wandered Into My Chosen Domain. It Did Not Take Me Long, However, To Discover One Nemesis That I Could Neither Defeat Nor Flee. It Followed Me Wherever I Went - Indeed, The Farther I Ran, The More It Closed In Around Me. My Enemy Was Solitude, The Interminable, Incessant Silence Of Hushed Corridors.

Farewell, My Friend," Drizzt Whispered, Trying Futilely To Keep His Voice From Breaking. :this Journey You Make Alone.