The Pirate King: Transitions, Book II

The Pirate King: Transitions, Book II

R.A. Salvatore

Language: English

Pages: 416

ISBN: 0786951443

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

The Pirate King: Transitions, Book II

R.A. Salvatore

Language: English

Pages: 416

ISBN: 0786951443

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


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Captain Deudermont has sailed to the pirate city of Luskan on a mission--a mission to once and for all defeat the true power behind the corrupt city: a wicked lich and his cabal of evil wizards from the Host Tower of the Arcane. But the Host Tower has some tricks up its sleeve, as do the pirate captains who would like to see both sides fail.

This is MUST READ for even the most casual fan of the Legend of Drizzt(R)!

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name great weight. “It is but one city, rather unremarkable,” said Greeth. “Not so,” Kurth replied, calling him on his now-obvious bluff. “It is a hub of a great wheel, a center of weight for regions of riches, north, east and south, and with the waterways to move those riches.” “Be at ease, friend,” said Greeth, patting his hands in the air. “I do not diminish the value of your beloved Luskan.” Kurth’s expression aptly reflected his disagreement with that assessment. “Only because I know

trying to get a feel for each other than either trying to land a killing blow. What stunned Regis the most was the way the dwarf kept up with Drizzt. He had seen the dark elf in battle many times, but the idea that the short, stout, thick-limbed creature swinging unwieldy morningstars could pace him swing for swing had the halfling gaping in astonishment. But there it was. The dwarf’s weapon hummed across and Drizzt angled his blade, swinging opposite, just enough to force a miss. He didn’t want

aide, striking up a conversation on an entirely different subject. He paused after only a few words, shot Morik a warning glare, and waved him away again. Back out on the street, walking briskly and cursing under his breath, Morik the Rogue again damned the day he’d met the barbarian from Icewind Dale. All the while, though, he secretly hoped he would soon be blessing that day, for as terrified as he was of his masters, their promises of rewards were neither inconsequential nor hollow. Or so he

afternoon and let her go to run a perimeter around them. He hadn’t brought the panther forth much of late, not needing her in the halls of King Bruenor and not wanting to spark some tragic incident with any of the orcs in Obould’s kingdom, who might react to such a sight as Guenhwyvar with a volley of spears and arrows. “It’s good to be on the road again,” Regis declared as Guenhwyvar loped up beside him, opposite Drizzt. He ruffled the fur on the back of the great cat’s neck and Guenhwyvar

“All true, I expect,” he replied. “I only wonder …” He looked to Drizzt for support, but then just shook his head, not believing himself qualified to get into such a debate with Captain Deudermont. Deudermont smiled at him then moved to pour wine into four tallglasses, handing them around. “Follow your heart and do what is good and just, and the world will be aright,” Deudermont said, and lifted his glass in toast. The others joined in, though the tapping of glasses was not enthusiastic.

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