Found 762 results for "R. A. Salvatore"
Sojourn
by R. A. Salvatore
Drizzt crept past the shielding shrubs and over the flat and bare stone that led to the cave now serving as his home.
Streams of Silver
by R. A. Salvatore
I first became familiar with Bob Salvatore's writing as a copyeditor at TSR. Eventuallybecause we worked very well toge...
Exile
by R. A. Salvatore
Matron Malice Do'Urden shifted uneasily on the stone throne in the small and darkened anteroom to the great chapel of Ho...
The Legacy
by R. A. Salvatore
"Drizzt Do'Urden walked slowly along a trail in the jutting southernmost spur of the Spine of the World Mountains, the s...
The Dark Elf Trilogy
by R. A. Salvatore
Fans of both the FORGOTTEN REALMS and DRAGONLANCE worlds have long held the misguided notion that Bob Salvatore and Ed G...
The Halfling's Gem
by R. A. Salvatore
"A day and more we have lost," the barbarian grumbled, reining in his horse and looking back over his shoulder.
The Icewind Dale Trilogy
by R. A. Salvatore
The demon sat back on the seat it had carved in the stem of the giant mushroom.
Starless Night
by R. A. Salvatore
"The mercenary leaned against the pillar anchoring the wide stairway of Tier Breche, on the northern side of the great c...
Star Wars - The New Jedi Order - Vector Prime
by R. A. Salvatore
It was too peaceful out here, surrounded by the vacuum of space and with only the continual hum of the twin ion drives b...
Passage to Dawn
by R. A. Salvatore
Drizzt Do'Urden stood on the very edge of the beam, as far forward as he could go, one hand grasping tight the guide rop...
The Spine of the World
by R. A. Salvatore
In my homeland of Menzoberranzan, where demons play and drow revel at the horrible demise of rivals, there remains a sta...
Siege of Darkness
by R. A. Salvatore
I watched the preparations unfolding at Mithril Hall, preparations for war, for, though we, especially Catti-brie, had d...
Servant of the Shard
by R. A. Salvatore
I live in a world where there truly exists the embodiment of evil.
The Silent Blade
by R. A. Salvatore
Often I sit and ponder the turmoil I feel when my blades are at rest, when all the world around me seems at peace.