“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… — Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman Copy Share Image
“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
