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304 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 13, 1996
I remember an article a while back that I read about a man with a crossbow who searched all Faerun in hopes of finding the meaning of life, but instead found love, laughs, and friendship," he began.Does this have anything to do with Jack Kerouac? I just don't know. The references I caught were so ham-handed and obvious, I can't imagine there's supposed to be any subtlety here.
"What was its title?" Chesslyn asked.
"On the Road with Crossbow, Hope, and Lamour."
"Oh thank you, Master Volo," the pudgy thespian Passepout exclaimed, his bulgy flesh bouncing between his tunic.Just to make sure the reader remembers who he is, he receives the following varied alternate descriptors at great frequency: the pudgy thespian, the chubby thespian, the stout thespian (all three of these on the same page following his introduction, mind,) the portly actor, and for variety, the corpulent thespian. At least this is more variety than Volo receives, being referred to as, "the master traveler" more times that I can count. They are reduced to mere observers for the entirety of the plot, except for the times when any of multiple characters trip over Passepout's beached whale form. You can't even call them POV characters because half of the book's scenes take place away from both of them.