Drizzt Do'urden Books Novels & Stories

Blood Enchanters. The sun is rising, casting a stunning hue throughout the room, and I was just reading the biography written by Cortez Santiago Escarra’s great-grandson, Estephan. It’s hard to read at times. The words faded at times, but it was a compilation of his great-grandfather’s life. And as it progressed, it became manic and incoherent. He spoke of his own experience, how he was being driven mad. But the first half was clear. It records how the Djinn was summoned, and made the events that led up to what would happen in England fourteen years ago make more sense.

The gargantuan dragon dived down ruthlessly, causing the entire valley to shudder in fear. Countless trees and grasses were crushed under the force of this boundless pressure. Large expanses of soil overturned and flew into the air. Instantly, more than half of the woods were ruined. The Fiend Duo of the Northern Underworld was the most gravely injured of them all. They supported each other while repeatedly coughing up blood. Their clothing was mostly ruined and every inch of their skin was covered with blood and soil. The duo looked battered and exhausted.

The hellhound just groaned. Useless pet, she thought. Pearl followed behind her bag money. Alec’s men set the bag just inside her home, and the moment the door shut behind the men, she was already pulling out the spell book and the silvers. For a moment, she just let her fingers skim over the neatly stacked books. Completely ignoring the men and her three wolves. There was an inviting smell that accompanied the spell book, waiting for her to do her magic and cast a spell on whatever was written inside. This time, she hoped it was how to open a portal.

' Rinny was in good humour again and falling easily into our banter. 'Yes, all delivered, nice and cosy. And they're not stinky witch books, it’s just you’re allergic to anything wholesome. They're powerful grimoires with more magick in one little word than your entire body. I'd be careful about insulting them, they can hear, and they don't like it.' I push at the threadbare rug with my toes and frown as the rose petals start to rise in the water before me, pulling my attention. I turn away from the bowl and ignore them. 'Aww, shoosh. Those books don't scare me half as much as you do. There's another reason I'm calling though.'

After breakfast, I went with the Queen to start planning my crowning ceremony when King Uther stopped her. "My dear, we have an issue," he said, "we need to borrow the princess for a moment." Queen Chumani said, "Then I will come with you." King Uther didn't argue as we walked to his office. Aidinth and I sat in the chairs to the front of the desk and Queen Chumani sat in King Uther's lap. King Uther said, "We need to talk about your visions. When you put them in your boxes, are they in any order?" I said, "They are organized by date. They are drawings with an explanation on the back. Why?"

I change into a pair of leather pants and a bra strapping my sword to my waist. While I'm changing, Flavius wanders around the room, lightly brushing his fingers across the many bookshelves I have carved out of the mountain wall. "When I thought of your room, I never thought of so many books. I thought it would be full of weapons and armor," he says jokingly. "I love to read, honestly," I respond. "I’m surprised, though; you even have books written in other languages," he remarks. "There is a lot of great literature that came from the elves and the fae. As a dragon, I am fluent in all languages. I only have to hear the language once, and I can speak it," I tell him nonchalantly.

“I wanted this book, the one on the heart of magic and I got here first… “Did you now?”, Heather asked, twirling her hair around her fingers. “Yes you see I did and this…” Raisel took this as her cue to leave, with the book of course. “Fury!”, she screamed as she got to him and untied him, “You’re going on the fastest ride of your life yet”, she mounted him and flipped the reins, “Go! She saw the surprised look on the faces of Dragomir just before she rode away. Heather’s was more horror than surprise. She didn’t blame her however anyone will look like that if they had just lost the only book on the heart of magic.

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Serena added. “What did you say?” Kiran was stunned. When he came in, all his attention was on Serena, so he had not looked at the books. He immediately looked around him, and although it was dark, the moonlight was enough for him to make out some of the titles. They were all indeed ‘The Secret Records of Dragonsmount’. Kiran was dumbstruck. “I’m not sure if you know that there are eight editions of ‘The Secret Records of Dragonsmount’,” Serena said to Kiran.

They all scattered on the dark floor. The Emperor took one notebook, opened it, and read. “The Way of Dragons,” he skimmed the pages. “Fascinating …” Then he handed it to Quarth. “Please … spare my drafts …” Tears started fall on the floor, right under Estevan’s bloodshot eyes. “What’s this?” the Emperor picked another and read. “The Chronicles of Drava …” “No … Not that … please …” Estevan begged. “Not that … Your Eminence …”