Several more of our faithful, long-time companions are killed in the book, yet they go to death in a manner worthy of their history, and of the many, many books that have come before.

It is truly the ending of an era, spanning nearly a hundred years from its opening pages to the very end. It is emotional, respectful of its characters, intelligently written and structured, and finally summons a sense of nostalgic sorrow throughout, a sense of the inevitability of change and death. It is everything that the Ghost King should have been, but was not. Gauntlgrym almost entirely makes up for the sheer disaster that was Salvatore's last entry in the Drizzt saga, The Ghost King. When old Bruenor and Drizzt finally set out on a quest to find Gauntlgrym, the always-faithful Pwent at their sides, it will set into motion a chain reaction that will reshape the face of Neverwinter forever. He has become reckless in his loss of purpose. Drizzt, meanwhile, has lost the anchor to his peace on the surface, finding himself relishing the thrill of the hunt and the slaughter more than he should, more than he has in the past.

His aging eyes more and more burn to quest for the lost, legendary Dwarven homeland of Gauntlgrym. Even Bruenor's mighty beard has turned more gray than red and he wearies of ruling Mithril Hall. Over two decades have passed since the close of The Ghost King and the remaining Companions of the Hall have grown old with the weight of age. In Gauntlgrym both missions are accomplished with flair and drama. The creators of the Dungeons and Dragons universe have mandated change, and so has R.

Gauntlgrym by ra salvatore