The Silent Blade: The Legend of Drizzt, Book XI
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Can the Crystal Shard be destroyed at last?
Drizzt is determined to destroy the evil Crystal Shard, and seeks out the help of the scholar-priest Cadderly. But instead, his worst fears are realized, and Crenshinibon falls into the hands of the dark elf mercenary Jarlaxle and his unlikely ally Artemis Entreri.
The Silent Blade is the book that brought Drizzt back to the Realms, and was a New York Times best seller on its initial release--and has been in print every day since. Like the rest of the Legend of Drizzt(R) reissues, The Silent Blade features beautiful new cover art by award-winning illustrator Todd Lockwood.
stabbing one to the side, and felling the one under him by tucking the hilt of his second blade tight against his torso and using his momentum to drive it halfway through the unfortunate creature. And he nearly collided in midair with another soaring, dark form. Guenhwyvar, leaping strong, crossed by the descending drow and crashed into yet another bush atop a shadowy goblin form. The one goblin of the three to escape Drizzt’s initial leap staggered to the side against the trunk of the same
Entreri spun again, threw the sword in the general direction of the archer, and bolted for cover. A long moment slipped past. Where is he?” the archer called out, obvious fear and frustration in his voice. “Merk, do you see him?” Another long moment passed. “Where is he?” the archer cried again, growing frantic. “Merk, where is he?” “Right behind you,” came a whisper. A jeweled dagger flashed, slicing the bowstring and then, before the stunned man could begin to react, resting against the
again that one note of recognition did little to guide the man along. It had been so long ago, a lifetime ago it seemed, since he had last been here. Minutes became an hour, then two hours. The barbarian’s vision was turned inward now as much as outward. His mind replayed images of the past few days, particularly the moment of his unsatisfying revenge. The image of Valric High Eye flying back into the jumble of broken tenting, Aegis-fang crushing his chest, was vivid in his mind’s eye. Wulfgar
occasion, his relief had been obvious when they had at last docked and returned again to solid ground. This time Bruenor was having an even worse time of it, spending long stretches at the rail—and not for the view. “Regis seems unbothered,” Drizzt went on. “He makes certain that no food remains on Bruenor’s plate soon after Bruenor declares that he cannot eat.” Another smile found its way onto Catti-brie’s face. Again it was short-lived. “Do ye think we’ll be seeing him again?” she asked.
leaned back in a chair, settling comfortably, as he always seemed to do, and listening with more than a passing amusement. Jarlaxle had planted a device of clairaudience on the magnificent wizard’s robe he had given to Rai’gy Bondalek, one of many enchanted gemstones sewn into the black cloth. This one had a clever aura, deceiving any who would detect it into thinking it was a stone the wizard wearing the robe could use to cast the clairaudience spell. And indeed it was, but it possessed another