Test of the Twins (Dragonlance: Legends, #3)

by Margaret Weis

Home is someplace you say ‘My, this looks just like it did when I left!’ not ‘My, this looks like six million dragons flew in and wrecked the joint!’ Home is not a place for adventures, Caramon!”

“ ‘Always save the best for last,’ my father used to say. Although”—the kender paused—“I think he meant that in reference to dinner, not to dying. But perhaps it has the same significance.”

“Dying lends one special significance. ‘They stand in line to see me, who once would not have glanced my way.’

What was it you told me the Forestmaster said to you in Darken Wood—‘we do not mourn the loss of those who die fulfilling their destinies.’

“Farewell, Revered Daughter,” he said in a soft, hissing whisper. “I need you no longer.”

I can only ask you to let this consolation be yours as it is mine—this parting will be our last. The world can never separate us again. I will wait for you, Laurana, in that realm where time itself dies.

reach out your hand, and it will touch the hand of someone reaching out to you, and—together—you will find the strength and hope you need to go on.”

“Most of us walk in the light and the shadow, Tasslehoff,” she said, “but there are the chosen few who walk this world, carrying their own light to brighten both day and night.”

“They don’t seem to understand. They just don’t … well … care. It’s hard—caring—isn’t it, Caramon? It hurts sometimes.”

“It hurts a lot of the time. But the hurt is better than being empty inside.”