The Legend of Drizzt Quotes

“My writing is my internal dialogue—”
― R.A. Salvatore, The Collected Stories

“Greetings, Lady Tazmikella,” the drow said with a great flourish and a deep bow, sweeping his wide brimmed hat off as he bent low.”
― R.A. Salvatore, The Collected Stories: The Legend of Drizzt (Dungeons & Dragons) by R. A. Salvatore (2011) Mass Market Paperback

“Of course, that didn’t stop him from sliding his hand across to relieve Entreri of the magical flute once more. The Drow brought it farther around his back to a waiting loop on his belt-a magical loop that would tighten and resist thieving fingers. Except that what Jarlaxle thought was the loop was really Entreri’s cupped hand and the man wasted no time in bringing the flute back.

Such was the fog in the friendship of thieves.”
― R.A. Salvatore, The Collected Stories: The Legend of Drizzt (Dungeons & Dragons) by R. A. Salvatore (2011) Mass Market Paperback

“Kill you?” Ilnezhara said with feigned horror. “Pretty drow, why would I ever wish such a thing as that? Oh no, I have plans for you, to be sure, but killing you isn’t in them.” She snuggled a bit closer as she spoke, and Jarlaxle grinned, seeming very pleased.

“She’s a dragon!” Entreri said, and all three looked at him.”
― R.A. Salvatore, The Collected Stories: The Legend of Drizzt (Dungeons & Dragons) by R. A. Salvatore (2011) Mass Market Paperback

“A dragon,” Entreri remarked. “Another stinking dragon. What game is this to you?” he asked his partner. “You keep placing me in front of stinking dragons! In all my life, I had never even seen a wyrm, and now, beside you, I have come to know them far too well.”
― R.A. Salvatore, The Collected Stories: The Legend of Drizzt (Dungeons & Dragons) by R. A. Salvatore (2011) Mass Market Paperback

“You have heard of us and wish to hire us,” says Jarlaxle.

“Of course.”

“You do not look like one who would wish another killed.”

The woman blanched at the drow’s suggestion, Entreri noted. For that was Entreri’s role whenever they met a new prospective employer and Jarlaxle posed that very same question. Jarlaxle always liked to start such interviews in a blunt manner.

“I was told that you two were skilled in…procurement.”
― R.A. Salvatore, The Collected Stories: The Legend of Drizzt (Dungeons & Dragons) by R. A. Salvatore (2011) Mass Market Paperback

“It crossed over his small bed and dived into a silhouette he had painted on the wall- a representation of a lithe figure with a ridiculously large hat. As always, the dagger struck true, just a few inches above the bed and right in the groin area of the silhouette.

“Ouch, I suppose,” Jarlaxle said.

“At least,” said Entreri.

When he looked at his partner, Entreri nearly stepped back in surprise, for Jarlaxle had his eye patch up in his forehead, showing Entreri both his eyes at once for the first time.”
― R.A. Salvatore, The Collected Stories: The Legend of Drizzt (Dungeons & Dragons) by R. A. Salvatore (2011) Mass Market Paperback

“He was a shade-a creature infused with the stuff of shadow.”

Entreri shrugged, for that meant nothing to him.

“And you killed him with your vampiric dagger, yes?”

Entreri shrugged again, starting to get worried, but Jarlaxle merely laughed and produced a small mirror. Looking into it, Entreri could see, even in the dim light, that his normally brown skin had taken on a bit of a grey pallor-nothing too noticeable.

“You have infused yourself with a bit of that essence.” Said the drow.”
― R.A. Salvatore, The Collected Stories: The Legend of Drizzt (Dungeons & Dragons) by R. A. Salvatore (2011) Mass Market Paperback

“Without sight or hearing, how did you know he was there?”

Entreri looked over at the dead man. He had pulled out the top drawer of the dresser as he’d slumped to the floor, its contents spilled about him.

“I told him I had hit him with the needle from the window,” the assassin explained. “I guessed that one of those bottles contained the antidote. He wanted to use the cover of the darkness and the silence to take care of that little detail.”

“Well done!” Said Jarlaxle. “I knew there was a reason I kept you around.”
― R.A. Salvatore, The Collected Stories: The Legend of Drizzt (Dungeons & Dragons) by R. A. Salvatore (2011) Mass Market Paperback

“Profound, magical silence quieted even the yelping and howling dogs below. Entreri knew that it was Jarlaxle’s doing, the drow’s standard opening salvo against dangerous magic-users. Without the ability to use verbal components, a wizard’s repertoire was severely limited.”
― R.A. Salvatore, The Collected Stories: The Legend of Drizzt (Dungeons & Dragons) by R. A. Salvatore (2011) Mass Market Paperback

“Let me inspect for traps”

“No need” said the dark elf.

He stepped back and produced a silver whistle, hung about his neck on a chain. Two short blows and there came a pop and a flash as the secret compartment magically opened.”
― R.A. Salvatore, The Collected Stories: The Legend of Drizzt (Dungeons & Dragons) by R. A. Salvatore (2011) Mass Market Paperback

“Entreri went for the chest of drawers as Jarlaxle moved to the closet.

“Poor taste,” he heard the dark elf say, and turned to see Jarlaxle rifling through the hanging clothes, most of them drab and grey.

Entreri shook his head and pulled open the bottom drawer, finding some linens, and under them, a small pouch of coins, which disappeared into his pocket.”
― R.A. Salvatore, The Collected Stories: The Legend of Drizzt (Dungeons & Dragons) by R. A. Salvatore (2011) Mass Market Paperback

“He reached up to his huge hat and pulled forth a small black piece of cloth. Seeing it, Entreri just lowered his head and sighed, for he knew what was coming. Jarlaxle spun the cloth about and it elongated, grew larger and larger. The drow threw it against the wall, and the whole area of the structure that the black circle covered simply disappeared. The typical portable hole, a rare and valuable item, created an extra-dimensional pocket, but, as with most of his items. Jarlaxle’s device was far from typical. Depending on which side the drow threw down, the portable hole would either create the pocket, or simply put a temporary hole in whatever surface it had struck.”
― R.A. Salvatore, The Collected Stories: The Legend of Drizzt (Dungeons & Dragons) by R. A. Salvatore (2011) Mass Market Paperback

“For the love of an eight-legged demon queen,” he muttered as he walked off to the side, shaking his head in disgust.”
― R.A. Salvatore, The Collected Stories

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― R.A. Salvatore, The Collected Stories