Canticle Quotes

“Stubbornly, Cadderly dismissed all his fears as irrational and focused again on the path before him. He kept his light in the middle of the passage, not wanting to look into any more of the alcoves, not wanting to test his determination any further. But his eyes inevitably glanced to the side, to the hushed darkness. He imagined skeletal heads turning slowly to watch him pass. Some fears were not so easily conquered.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Canticle

“Druids considered themselves the guardians of nature and the natural order. Unlike wizards and priests of many other sects, druids accepted that they were the watchdogs of the world and that the powers they brought were more a call for help to nature than any manifestation of their own internal power.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Canticle

“Haverly stood straight and cast a suspicious gaze at the wizard. He obviously didn’t trust Aballister—certainly the wizard had shown him no friendship till then. “I have great plans,” he said. “Being turned into a newt or some other strange creature is not part of them.” “You doubt me?” Aballister roared, knowing he must scare off the young fighter’s doubts without hesitation. “Then go away! Anyone can complete the brewing. I thought that one as ambitious as you—” “Enough,” Haverly interrupted, and Aballister knew his words had hit home. Haverly’s suspicion was no match for his hunger for power. “I will trust you, wizard, though you have never given me cause to trust you,” Haverly finished. “Nor have I ever given you cause not to trust me,” Aballister reminded him. Haverly stared a moment longer at Aballister, his grimace not softening, then bent low over the beaker and poured the final drops. As soon as the liquids touched, the red-glowing elixir belched a puff of red smoke right in Haverly’s face. The fighter jumped back, his hand going straight to his sword. “What have you done to me?” he demanded. “Done?” Aballister echoed innocently. “Nothing. The smoke was harmless enough, if a bit startling.” Haverly took a moment to inspect himself to be sure that he had suffered no ill effects then relaxed and nodded at the wizard. “What will happen next?” he asked. “Where is the power you promised me?” “In time, dear Haverly, in time,” replied Aballister. “The brewing of the elixir is only the first process!”
― R.A. Salvatore, Canticle