The Parry Is Wrong." - Drizzt Do'urden

But Love, Honest Love, Requires Empathy. It Is A Sharing—of Joy, Of Pain, Of Laughter, And Of Tears. Honest Love Makes One’s Soul A Reflection Of The Partner’s Moods. And As A Room Seems Larger When It Is Lined With Mirrors, So Do The Joys Become Amplified. And As The Individual Items Within The Mirrored Room Seem Less Acute, So Does Pain Diminish And Fade, Stretched Thin By The Sharing. That Is The Beauty Of Love, Whether In Passion Or Friendship. A Sharing That Multiplies The Joys And Thins The Pains.

Writing Is An Incredibly Lonely Job.

I Am Sorry," Was All Drizzt Could Quietly Mouth. Vierna Shook Her Head, Refusing Any Apology. To Drizzt, It Seemed As If That Buried Part Of Her That Was Zaknafein Do'urden's Daughter Approved Of This Ending.

The Gods Of The Realms Are Many And Varied -- Or They Are The Many And Varied Names And Identities Tagged Onto The Same Being. I Know Not -- And Care Not -- Which.

I'm A Working-class Kid From A Blue-collar New England Family.