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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales I, Vol. I - The Magic Of Krynn
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Flint was silent for a long moment. Then he smiled, as though
to himself. He took Tanis's arm and turned him gently away from
the boy's bed. "Bitter, some, and un-harvested, others. A harvest
depends on the soil in which the seed is planted, lad, and the care it
is given." He nodded to Riana, quiet now in Karel's arms. "Don't
you think that theirs could yet be sweet?"
Finding the Faith
Mary Kirchoff
The heat of the camp's communal peat fire warmed
my old hands, numb from a hard days work. I, Raggart
Knug, true cleric of the Ice Folk, had just completed the long, cold
task of forging another frostreaver. Sighing with contentment, I
munched on raw fresh fish, wiggling my toes a little closer to the
flames.
As the sun dipped below Icemountain Bay, others of the camp
came to warm themselves as well.
"Tell us again about the time of the strangers!" Men-dor
pleaded, his eyes shining with excitement.
Laina, a pretty girl with hair the color of melted walrus blubber,
joined in. "Yes, tell us how the beautiful elf woman and her
companions charmed an ice bear and fought the wicked Highlord
with-"
"Wait a moment! Who's telling this story?" I interrupted her
with a chuckle.
Tired though I was, I could not resist the chance to tell my
favorite story, about the time I became a true cleric. Wiping greasy
hands on the skins of my leggings, I leaned forward to begin the
tale, moving away from this time to another, just yesterday it
seemed, when
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