Lolth's Warrior Quotes

“The laughter outside the Ivy Mansion reached thunderous proportions when King Bruenor Battlehammer, weighing more than he had admitted to, went airborne over the bank Pikel had fashioned along the ice slide. The snow was deep and so the landing was soft enough, and Bruenor came up covered in snow, his beard and hair more white than orange.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“For too often with these very powerful individuals, their true gift is a curse: they are simply not bounded by decency, and their ruthlessness that so many praise is to the detriment of them and—most important—of those around them. They are foul beyond the expectations of those they dupe.

Coercing a populace to get behind you by lying to them isn’t brilliant. Great orators playing an audience based on their predisposed beliefs—or, worse, fears—by making promises they know they cannot keep isn’t a sign of brilliance or intelligence. Nay, it’s merely a clear indication of a lack of ethics and character.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“Entreri was possessed of many of these same qualities, though they were buried beneath great pain and unrelenting anger, mostly self-loathing. He had honor, but only in that it allowed him to hurt others. Jarlaxle coaxed him from that state.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“Of all the traits I find important in those with whom I surround myself, the one that matters most to me is the value of that person’s word. Without that, there is no trust. Without trust, there is no chance at any true relationship.

People who know me and see that I am friends with Jarlaxle might wonder about this, but the truth of Jarlaxle is that he has honor, that he would not coerce or lie or cheat on any matter of importance. He is a game player, and will bend the rules to his advantage more often than not, but he is not a malicious person and wouldn’t lie to his friends if he knew it would cause harm.

Take his effect on Artemis Entreri: It cannot be understated.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“You think to turn these prisoners to our cause?” asked Jarlaxle.

“These little acts of mercy,” Drizzt said, then looked at Kimmuriel and emphatically clarified, “when and where we can offer such, will cost us little and possibly bring great rewards as the war continues. Let the priests and wizards of the houses of our prisoners scry for them and learn that we are not acting cruelly.”

“They’ll think it weakness,” Kimmuriel warned.

“Some will, and perhaps some will not,” said Drizzt. “And then that will be their weakness. But more importantly, we know the truth of it. We’ll fight this war and win this war, but we must do so without losing our own souls, else what’s the point?”

Jarlaxle appeared impressed and looked to Kimmuriel, who didn’t argue.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“Pops Zak!” Breezy said, and Drizzt laughed with joy.

“Oh, by the gods,” Catti-brie lamented.

“What?” Drizzt and Jarlaxle asked in unison.

“When this one witnesses cazzcalci,” she said, looking pointedly at Drizzt, “we’ll never get him back home.”

“Maybe he’ll already be at home,” Jarlaxle offered.

“I take my home with me,” Drizzt said, ending the debate. Catti-brie hugged him, their daughter wrapping her arms around them both, completing the circle.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“Drizzt was next down the slide, chased by Catti-brie and Breezy, with the little girl barely able to see under the brim of the one-horned helm she had stolen from her grandfather.

It was all so simple, so gloriously play, just play. These were the moments, Drizzt realized then, as Catti-brie had come to know on a day very similar to this one. And as with his wife, for Drizzt, it was a reminder, not an epiphany. This simple little play was what made life worth it.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“I am lesser without you, my friend,” Jarlaxle told the image. “Both practically and in my heart.”

It is the way of things.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“You have spies already at work in the new Menzoberranzan?” Dab’nay asked in surprise. “I have spies that span the multiverse,” was all Jarlaxle would answer to that, but his grin told them that something was going on he had not yet shared.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“Malagdorl Armgo had not been able to knock the legs out from under Drizzt.

Grandmaster Kane had not been able to knock the legs out from under Drizzt.

A pair of dragon sisters had not been able to knock the legs out from under Drizzt.

Ygorl, the slaadi god, had not been able to knock the legs out from under Drizzt.

But now his legs would not hold him, and he fell to the ground, gasping, then sobbing”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“Along with the refugees of House Baenre, the contingent of outsiders of the Dark Maiden, and the soldiers of Bregan D’aerthe, nearly three thousand udadrow had left Menzoberranzan, past Donigarten and through the little-used Wanderways.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“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.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“You came here thinking of this as a war against Lolth and all that she stood for,” Zak offered. “Perhaps we think of it instead as a rescue mission to get those who would abandon Lolth out of this prison she has built within this cavern.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“It is hardly just the matrons and their priestesses, though. As this has sorted, there seem many more against our revolution than for it.”

“For many reasons, though,” Zak reminded.

“Fear of their matrons and of Lolth, of course. Or simply fear of this unknown future the Baenres have offered. They know the way it’s been, for the entirety their lives, even for those whose lives have spanned centuries. They know their place within that truth. They know the boundaries, the lines not to cross, the acts that give them gain and those that offer only pain. What do they know of this promised world beyond Lolth, particularly when it, too, from their perspective at least, will be under the designs of House Baenre?”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“Drizzt paused only long enough to grab the trident and Khazid’hea. Wield me! the sentient sword rang in his mind. Oh, true warrior, I have returned to you!

“Oh, shut up,” Drizzt replied and slid the silly thing into one of his scabbards, caring not at all for the awkward fit in a sheath meant for a scimitar.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“He knew that just letting it swallow a few more spells would cause it to burst, but that didn’t seem satisfying enough to him in this moment of ultimate defiance. He didn’t know if Catti-brie and Entreri had left—but if not, it was their own fault, and so he didn’t care. He only cared about this moment before him, when he could punch Lolth—her avatar, at least—in the face.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“Have you met my protector?” Malagdorl taunted and laughed again—or started to, until a ball of flying blackness rose up behind the wizard, slammed into the wizard, and drove him over the wall and crashing to the ground, six hundred pounds of feline fury landing atop him. “I have,” Drizzt said. “Have you met mine?”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“Malagdorl came on with seeming abandon, Khazid’hea flashing across with wild slashes, the trident following, sometimes a slash, sometimes a stab. Drizzt kept moving, left, right, and back, looking for openings, con fident he could keep ahead of the purely straightforward barrage. He was surprised by the brutish and unsophisticated tactics, but understood that Malagdorl’s sheer power would overwhelm most fighters, after all. Perhaps the weapon master had abandoned all finesse in his supreme confidence. Or maybe it was just a feint, a lure to force Drizzt into a more prosaic response, to get him in close.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“I’m touched that you’d think I’d die for you,” Jarlaxle told him. “But get out now!” As he spoke, he was removing his hat. Drizzt knew what was in there and suspected that Jarlaxle had the escape all planned out.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“I believe we two could level half the city! she heard in her mind, and she glanced over to see a wink from the archmage. Their coordination was so instinctive, so seamless, that Catti-brie wasn’t sure she doubted him.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“Gromph filling the corridor behind with fireball after fireball, knowing that the doors had all been magically sealed, and thus offering the attackers few places to hide from the biting flames.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“No surrender,” Drizzt heard Jarlaxle mutter, and it was all he needed to hear. He could feel the tingling energy of the curtain and the heat of the flames within, but he agreed with Jarlaxle. To the death.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“But she is . . . a she!” Ravel replied. “As are you. The power here is yours to take and hold. Tsabrak has reached the limit of anything he could ever hope for, and still he remains beneath every matron of every house, every high priestess, even. Why would he stay in a society that forever makes of him a lesser class of drow simply because he is a man?”

“His power and his luxury come from the order of the matriarchy,” Saribel explained. “To this level only.”

“To this level he might not have achieved without the structures now in place in the city.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“Tsabrak scoffed at her. “How long have you lived here? Freedom? You are free to do the best you can, based on your loyalty to Lolth and your inner strengths. On your physical, magical, and intellectual prowess. And, of course, your gender. That you, a noble priestess of a powerful house, daughter to one of the ruling matrons of Menzoberranzan, should—”

“Suppose that is not what I want?” Saribel interrupted. “Perhaps my heart does not condone that which I see all about me.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“House Melarn is within those stalactites,” the wizard went on. “Up near the cavern roof, mostly, and then within the roof.”
“Only commoners and prisoners are in the chambers above the ceiling,” Entreri said. “The throne room, the chapels, the war rooms, all are within the down-pointing spires.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“Look at your friend, Jarlaxle, teeming, simmering, bursting—soon quite literally—with the energy he gathered in the corridor. Like a lover stopped before the moment of joy, he begs for release, but unlike a lover, he will horribly die if he cannot find it. Perhaps Kimmuriel has found some good fortune here.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“A beautiful drow woman. Too beautiful. Painfully beautiful. It was not an emissary of Lolth, she knew. No, no. It was the image of Lolth herself, reaching out to her from the Abyss. Sos’Umptu fell to her knees, as did every other drow in the Fane of the Goddess.

“Many of my handmaidens have come to Menzoberranzan, my city,” Lolth said. Sos’Umptu wanted to look upon her, but dared not lift her gaze.

“They brought me here, to you, in full confidence that you would be an acceptable and accepting host.”

“I pray you found me acceptable.”

“Indeed, Sos’Umptu Baenre. Indeed. Rise now, I command. Look upon me. Let me see the love in your eyes.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“I do not lie. You know that I do not. You may find wealth in one of these cards. You might find items of great magic. You might find allies of great power, or enemies beyond you. You might find curses or blessings, your greatest wishes, your greatest fears.”

“What games do you play?”

“I’m not playing this game—you are.”

“What is the game, though?”

“One that entertains me.”

“Fiend.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“She laughed even louder and that answer told Yvonnel the truth. Lolth wasn’t angry with her. Anger would imply that Lolth cared

. “What am I to do with you?” the avatar said.

“You will never have me, foul beast.”

“I already have you.”

“You will never have my heart.”

“But I will have fun nonetheless.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“Yvonnel shook her head, not sure if this creature before her was diabolical or rational at that moment.

“It did not matter,” the avatar said to her. “Do you not understand? Your actions? The ‘truths’ you learned? They did not matter.”

“Then what does matter?”

“My pleasure. My chaos. My power. Me. Just me.”

“Then what future?”

“Who cares?” The avatar laughed at her, and it was sincere, she knew.

“You care enough to bless the matrons,” she said.

“Do I?”

“You care enough to start wars—in the Silver Marches, in Gauntlgrym, in your own City of Spiders!”

“The ultimate chaos. War.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior