Boundless by R.A. Salvatore (The Legend of Drizzt #32 / Drizzit Generations #2)
English | 2019 | Fantasy | ePUB | 2.8 Mb
Boundless : This second book in New York Times bestselling author R. A. Salvatore’s all-new trilogy—full of swordplay, danger, and imaginative thrills—features one of fantasy’s most beloved and enduring characters, Drizzt Do’Urden.
Split between time and two worlds, Zaknafein had always been conflicted. That inner turmoil was magnified by his inferior position as a male dark elf in the matriarchal drow society. Only his status as one of the greatest warriors—as well as his friendship with the mercenary Jarlaxle—kept him sane. When he finally perished, he was content knowing he left behind a legacy as substantial as his son Drizzt.
Except . . . someone isn’t ready for Zaknafein to be dead. And now he’s back, hundreds of years later, in a world he doesn’t recognize. His son’s companions are not the prideful—and bigoted—males the drow warrior was accustomed to in his previous life. Drizzt’s circle includes dwarves, elves, and, perhaps worst of all, a human wife.
Struggling to navigate this transformed new world, Zaknafein realizes that some things have not changed: the threat of demons and the machinations of a drow matron no longer content with her family’s position in the ranks of Houses.
Though he has been displaced in time, Zaknafein is still a warrior. And no matter what prejudices he must overcome, he knows he will do his duty and fight by Drizzt’s side to stem the tide of darkness that threatens the Realms.
“When the two rejoined in a small clearing a short time later, it was clear that Doregardo had bought them both some time.
“Our companions have all turned back for Bleeding Vines,” Doregardo told his second-in-command. “We’ve lost none, but that will not hold true for long.”
“Too many of the beasts,” Showithal agreed.
As if on cue, the brush behind them began to shake violently and a pair of misshapen demons burst into the clearing. The halfling pair were already away, though, Doregardo letting Showithal lead in a straightaway run for the distant settlement, while he went back into his forest dance.
But more shadows loomed at their flanks, and a loud buzzing sound followed them overhead, and for all their efforts and all of Doregardo’s brilliant maneuvering, when the pair joined once more on a wide road farther along, they knew that they were in deep trouble. They came together again soon after in another small clearing, now understanding the depth of their predicament.
“Others will make it,” Doregardo said somberly to his friend.
“We’ll make it!” Showithal insisted.
Doregardo nodded, but clearly he was not convinced. Nor was Showithal, for now the moving shadows were ahead of them, left and right in the trees. “