“Now there was nothing but awful, terrible silence. Sight is a sense outside and apart from the body, an image on the surface of the eye. But sound enters the ears, the head, it lives inside. In sound's absence, silence… — Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman Copy Share Image
“This wasn't in the histories", Raistlin murmured to himself, staring down at the little wretched bodies, his brow furrowed. His eyes flashed. "Perhaps", he… — Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman Copy Share Image
“Limbeck, the august leader of WUPP, did not mind the noise. He took comfort in it, having listened to it, albeit somewhat muffled, in his mother's womb. The Gegs revered the noise, just as they revered the Kicksey-Winsey. They knew that if the noise ceased their world would come to an end. Death was known among the Gegs as the… — Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman Copy Share
“He remembered a dog—the only living thing they found in the entire village—curled around the body of a dead child. Caramon stopped to pet… — Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman Copy Share Image
“No, as I've discovered, hate generally costs a man more than he can afford. And what about love? Alfred asked softly. Hugh didn't even… — Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman Copy Share Image
“Not given to boasting, which was a waste of breath-only a man who cannot conquer his deficiencies feels the need to convince the world… — Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman Copy Share Image
“Now there was nothing but awful, terrible silence. Sight is a sense outside and apart from the body, an image on the surface of… — Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman Copy Share Image
