Dragons of Autumn Twilight

BOOK 1
6 [Night in a cave. Dissension. Tanis decides.] p.52
At least some things never changed, dwarves among them.

9 [Flight! The white stag.] p.75, 76
“I say we throw the dwarf off the mountain,” growled Caramon to Tanis.
Tanis grinned. “He'd rattle all the way down and give away our position.”

“How certain is one of anything, Half-Elven?” the mage replied. “I am not certain of drawing my next breath. But go ahead. Walk into the wood that no living man has ever walked out of. Death is life's one great certainty, Tanis.”

10 [Darken Wood. The dead walk. Raistlin's magic.] p.84
Well, there we were, listening to the old man talking of Huma and he−the old man, not Huma−

11 [The Forestmaster. A peaceful interlude.] p92
the creatures call themselves ‘draconians’ and speak of belonging to the ‘Order of Draco.’”
(Draco would be pleased ^^ xD)

12 [Winged sleep. Smoke in the east. Dark memories.] p.97, 99
Never in his wildest kender imaginings had he dreamed of flying. This was worth fighting all the draconians on Krynn.

Mortals were not meant to fly.

15 [Escape, The well. Death on black wings.] p.129
He could only stare in horror and awe and marvel at the creature's deadly beauty.

16 [A bitter choice. The greatest gift.] p.136
“It's hair from the mane of a griffon.”
Caramon guffawed. “Griffon!” He snorted. “There's about as many griffons on Krynn as there are−”
“Dragons,” interjected Raistlin smoothly.

17 [The Paths of the Dead. Raistlin s new friends.] p.139
He was very proud of it and was deeply wounded when Caramon told him it would be of use if they ran into any ferocious rabbits.

19 [One broken city. Highbulp Phudge I, the Great.] p.168
“We're in this together.”
(*all in East High costumes, again!* demasiado HSM para mi... u-u)

22 [Bupu's gift. An ominous sight.] p.197
The city that was dead was now buried.

BOOK 2
3 [The slave caravan. A strange old magician.] p.222
The tree did not respond. It also did not move.

5 [The Speaker of the Suns.] p.245
At sight of her, Caramon's mouth sagged open. Riverwind's eyes widened. Even Raistlin stared, his eyes seeing beauty at last, for no hint of decay touched the young elfmaiden. Her hair was honey pouring from a pitcher; it spilled over her arms and down her back, past her waist, touching her wrists as she stood with her arms at her sides. Her skin was smooth and woodland brown.

7 [Farewell. The companions' decision.] p.254
“I know not, Tanis. But-you right. There power be, within Old One. I feel great power. I fear.” His eyes gleamed. “And I hunger!”
(so like his brother...)

8 [Doubts. Ambush!. A new friend.] p.258, 260
“Quith-pa,” said Gilthanas. “Iron rations, in your language. It will last us for many weeks, if need be.”
“It looks like dried fruit!” Caramon said in disgust.
“That's what it is,” Tanis replied, grinning.
Caramon groaned.

“What is it?” piped Tasslehoff. “I can't see!”
“Shhh!” Tanis glared at the kender, and Tas clapped his own hand over his own mouth to save Tanis the trouble.

9 [Suspicions grow. The Sla-Mori.] p.272
“What a beautiful sword,” Tasslehoff said, his shrill voice breaking the reverent silence. Tanis glared at him sternly. “I'm not going to take it!” the kender protested, looking wounded. “I just mentioned it, as an item of interest.”

10 [The Royal Guard. The Chain Room.] p.277, 280, 281
“It's not that I'm afraid,” Tas confided in a whisper to Flint. “It's just that I'd rather be somewhere else.”

“Looks real to me!” Caramon said, staring at the door suspiciously. “It's even got hinges!”
“Of course, it does,” Flint snorted. “We don't build false doors to look false-even a gully dwarf knows that.”

“The dwarves slipped up,” he said, grinning at Flint. “This is a false door that looks false.”
“And therefore not to be trusted,” Flint said flatly.
“Bah, dwarves have bad days like everyone else,” Eben said, bending down to try the catch.

11 [Lost. The plan. Betrayed!] p.289
Sturm and Caramon and Eben exchanged quick glances-three humans sticking togehter against the elves, he caught himself thinking. But perhaps I'm just as bad, believing in Gilthanas because he's an elf.

12 [The parable of the gem. Traitor revealed. Tas s dilemma.] p.296
If the milk's spilled, the cat will drink it,

15 [The Dragon Highlord. Matafleur's children.] p.325
There was no need for talk among these men, nor was there need for talk between enemies. Respect, grudging as it may be, was apparent on both sides. As for the battlerage, that was unnecessary. This would be fought coolly. The major victor would be death.

[The Wedding] p.328, 333, 334, 335
the gully dwarves stood on top of the walls throwing rocks, dead rats, and occasionally each other down on the frustrated draconians.

The company of the dark-souled, cynical mage seemed more suited to him tonight than music and laughter.

“Hope is the denial of reality. It is the carrot dangled before the draft horse to keep him plodding along in a vain attempt to reach it.”

Nameless and lovely, more lovely because she was nameless,