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Promise of the Witch King (Forgotten Realms: The Sellswords, #2)
by (shelved 3 times as jarlaxle)
avg rating 4.19 — 11,027 ratings — published 2005
Servant of the Shard (Forgotten Realms: Paths of Darkness, #3; The Sellswords, #1)
by (shelved 2 times as jarlaxle)
avg rating 4.20 — 15,804 ratings — published 2000
Road of the Patriarch (Forgotten Realms: The Sellswords, #3)
by (shelved 2 times as jarlaxle)
avg rating 4.20 — 9,480 ratings — published 2006
One-Eyed Jax (Audible Audio)
by (shelved 1 time as jarlaxle)
avg rating 3.43 — 664 ratings — published 2021
Maestro (Homecoming #2; The Legend of Drizzt #29)
by (shelved 1 time as jarlaxle)
avg rating 4.39 — 4,454 ratings — published 2016
Archmage (Homecoming #1; The Legend of Drizzt #28)
by (shelved 1 time as jarlaxle)
avg rating 4.36 — 5,093 ratings — published 2015
Gauntlgrym (Forgotten Realms: Neverwinter, #1; Legend of Drizzt, #20)
by (shelved 1 time as jarlaxle)
avg rating 4.23 — 12,106 ratings — published 2010
The Pirate King (Forgotten Realms: Transitions, #2; Legend of Drizzt, #18)
by (shelved 1 time as jarlaxle)
avg rating 4.06 — 12,055 ratings — published 2008
“Nearly every dark elf in Menzoberranzan dressed in a quiet and practical manner, in robes adorned with the symbols of the Spider Queen or in supple chain-link armour under the folds of a magical and camouflaging piwafwi cloak.
Jarlaxle, arrogant and brash, followed few of the customs of Menzoberranzan inhabitants. He was mostly certainly not the norm of drow society and he flaunted the differences openly, brazenly. He wore not a cloak nor a robe, but a shimmering cape that showed every color of the spectrum both in the glow of light and in the infrared spectrum of heat-sensing eyes. The cape’s magic could only be guessed, but those closest to the mercenary leader indicated that it was very valuable indeed.
Jarlaxle’s vest was sleeveless and cut so high that his slender and tightly muscled stomach was open for all to view. He kept a patch over one eye, though careful observers would understand it as ornamental, for Jarlaxle often shifted it from one eye to the other.”
― Exile
Jarlaxle, arrogant and brash, followed few of the customs of Menzoberranzan inhabitants. He was mostly certainly not the norm of drow society and he flaunted the differences openly, brazenly. He wore not a cloak nor a robe, but a shimmering cape that showed every color of the spectrum both in the glow of light and in the infrared spectrum of heat-sensing eyes. The cape’s magic could only be guessed, but those closest to the mercenary leader indicated that it was very valuable indeed.
Jarlaxle’s vest was sleeveless and cut so high that his slender and tightly muscled stomach was open for all to view. He kept a patch over one eye, though careful observers would understand it as ornamental, for Jarlaxle often shifted it from one eye to the other.”
― Exile
“Jarlaxle’s returning smile fit the moment perfectly, but behind it wasn’t Sos’Umptu’s offer, but rather his proof that even with her, even with this most loyal servant of Lolth, it was all about selfish gain. It was always all about selfish gain, he thought, but then corrected himself, and reminded himself why he loved Drizzt and Drizzt’s friends, and why, in a most profound way, knowing them had given him so much more than any promises Sos’Umptu or any other Matron Mother of Menzoberranzan could ever offer.”
― Lolth's Warrior
― Lolth's Warrior
