By R. A. Salvatore
After his father dies, Gary Leger, the Dragonslayer, longs to take his spouse again with him to Faerie and the buddies he had made there years prior and reveals his want coming precise while a merciless king threatens to plunge Faerie into struggle.
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No after-the-fact markers, just a moment in time, caught and preserved. It's like finding a dinosaur footprint out in the woods. That's different from going to a museum and seeing reconstructed bones," "Okay," Diane readily conceded, still having no idea of the point of it all. "That's why we're in London," Gary went on. "I thought we were here on vacation," Diane quickly interjected, and though her words obviously stung Gary, he stubbornly pushed forward with his argument. "That's why we're in England," he finished.
Diane, leaning on the car twenty feet away, noted the glisten of that tear and silently bit her bottom lip. Her eyes, green like Gary's, moistened in sympathy. She was helpless. Totally helpless. Anthony had been gone four months and in that short time, Diane had watched her husband age more than in the seven years they had been together. But that was the thing with death, the helplessness. And as much as Diane felt it in looking at wounded Gary, Gary felt it ten times more in looking down at the simple words on the simple stone in the wind-strewn cemetery.
And Pwyll had been present on those eastern fields, beside Lord Badenoch of Braemar and Duncan Drochit, when the armies had skirmished. Ceridwen took no note of Geldion's sour expression. Her eyes held a faraway, glassy look, as though she was basking in anticipated conquests. She would be free soon, Geldion knew, and Robert would no longer oppose her. All the land would be Kinnemore's, and Kinnemore was Ceridwen's. The witch snapped her fingers and the door swung open-and Geek, who had obviously been kneeling against the wood, trying to eavesdrop, stumbled into the room.