{"product_id":"passage-to-dawn-dungeons-dragons-isbn-9780593873151","title":"Passage to Dawn: Dungeons \u0026 Dragons","description":"\u003cb\u003eDanger awaits Drizzt Do’Urden and Catti-brie on the high seas in the final installment of The Legacy of the Drow series and the tenth book in the greater Legend of Drizzt. \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt has been six years since the fateful Battle of Mithral Hall. For Drizzt Do’Urden and Catti-brie, this means six long years apart from their companions, and six long years of loss weighing heavily on their shoulders. But aboard Captain Deudermont’s \u003ci\u003eSea Sprite, \u003c\/i\u003ethere’s been no time for grief. Their days are consumed by the vastness of the Sword Coast, by salt spray and rolling clouds, and, more than anything, by the captain’s relentless pursuit of pirates.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Yet just as Drizzt begins to settle into the patterns of life at sea, he receives a strange message, the contents of which send him and Catti-brie back to the very source of their pain—and into the clutches of a demon with vengeance on his mind.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003ePassage to Dawn\u003c\/i\u003e is the fourth book in the Legacy of the Drow series and the tenth book in the Legend of Drizzt series.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003eR. A. Salvatore\u003c\/b\u003e's books have sold more than thirty-five million copies, have landed on many bestseller lists, and have been translated into numerous foreign languages. When he isn't writing, Bob, his wife Diane and their Japanese Chin Spaniels Dexter and Pikel bounce coast-to-coast to see their grandchildren. Bob hits the gym and coaches\/plays on Clan Battlehammer, his softball team that includes most of his family. His gaming group still meets on Sundays to play DND or DemonWars or whatever the Sadist... err, Game Master, decides.\u003cb\u003e1\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eThe Sea Sprite\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Drizzt Do’Urden stood on the very edge of the beam, as far forward as he could go, one hand grasping tight the guide rope of the flying jib. This ship was a smooth runner, perfect in balance and ballast and with the best of crews, but the sea was rough this day and the \u003ci\u003eSea Sprite\u003c\/i\u003e cut and bounced through the rolls at full sail, throwing a heavy spray.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Drizzt didn’t mind. He loved the feel of the spray and the wind, the smell of the brine. This was freedom, flying, skimming the water, skipping the waves. Drizzt’s thick white hair flipped in the breeze, billowing like his green cape behind him, drying almost as fast as the water soaked it. Splotches of white caked salt could not lessen the luster of his ebony skin, which glistened with wetness. His violet eyes sparkled with joy as he squinted at the horizon and caught a fleeting glimpse of the sails of the ship they pursued.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Pursued and would catch, Drizzt knew, for there was no ship north of Baldur’s Gate that could outrun Captain Deu­der­mont’s \u003ci\u003eSea Sprite.\u003c\/i\u003e She was a three-­masted schooner, new in design, light, sleek, and full of sail. The square-­rigged caravel they were chasing could put up a fair run in a straight line, but anytime the bulkier vessel altered its course even the slightest bit, the \u003ci\u003eSea Sprite\u003c\/i\u003e could angle inside it, gaining ground. Always gaining ground.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e That was what she was meant to do. Built by the finest engineers and wizards of Waterdeep, funded by the lords of that city, the schooner was a pirate chaser. How thrilled Drizzt had been to discover the good fortunes of his old friend, Deu­der­mont, with whom he had sailed all the way from Waterdeep to Calimshan in pursuit of Artemis Entreri when the assassin had captured Regis the halfling. That journey, particularly the fight in Asavir’s Channel when Captain Deu­der­mont had won—­with no small help from Drizzt and his companions—­against three pirate ships, including the flagship of the notorious Pinochet, had caught the attention of sailors and merchants all along the Sword Coast. When the Lords of Waterdeep had completed this schooner, they had offered it to Deu­der­mont. He loved his little two-­master, the original \u003ci\u003eSea Sprite,\u003c\/i\u003e but no seaman could resist this new beauty. Deu­der­mont had accepted a commission in their service and they had granted him the right to name the vessel and allowed him to handpick his crew.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Drizzt and Catti-­brie had arrived in Waterdeep sometime after that. When the \u003ci\u003eSea Sprite\u003c\/i\u003e next put in to the grand harbor of the seaport, and Deu­der­mont found his old friends, he promptly made room for them among his crew of forty. That was six years and twenty-­seven voyages ago. Among those who monitored the shipping lanes of the Sword Coast, particularly among the pirates themselves, the schooner had become a scourge. Thirty-­seven victories, and still she sailed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Now number thirty-­eight was in sight.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The caravel had noticed them, from too far away to see the flag of Waterdeep. That hardly mattered, for no other ship in the region carried the distinctive design of the \u003ci\u003eSea Sprite,\u003c\/i\u003e the three masts of billowing triangular lateen sails. Up came the caravel’s square rigs, and so the chase was on in full.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Drizzt was at the point, one foot on the lion-­headed ram, loving every second. He felt the sheer power of the sea bucking beneath him, felt the spray and the wind. He heard the music, loud and strong, for several of the \u003ci\u003eSea Sprite\u003c\/i\u003e’s crewmen were minstrels and whenever the chase was on, they took up their instruments and played rousing songs.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Two thousand!” Catti-­brie yelled down from the crow’s nest. It was a measure of the distance yet to gain. When her estimate got down to five hundred, the crew would move to their battle posts, three going to the large ballista mounted on a pivot atop the flying deck in the \u003ci\u003eSea Sprite\u003c\/i\u003e’s stern, two going to the smaller, swiveling crossbows mounted to the forward corners of the bridge. Drizzt would join Deu­der­mont at the helm, coordinating the close combat. The drow’s free hand slipped to the hilt of one of his scimitars at the thought. The \u003ci\u003eSea Sprite\u003c\/i\u003e was a vicious foe from a distance. It had crack archers, a skilled ballista team, a particularly nasty wizard, an evoker full of fireballs and lightning bolts, and of course, Catti-­brie with her deadly bow, Taulmaril the Heartseeker. But it was in close, when Drizzt and his panther companion—­Guenhwyvar—­and the other skilled warriors could get across, that the \u003ci\u003eSea Sprite\u003c\/i\u003e was truly deadly.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Eighteen hundred!” came Catti-­brie’s next call. Drizzt nodded at the confirmation of their speed, though the gain was truly startling. The \u003ci\u003eSea Sprite\u003c\/i\u003e was running faster than ever. Drizzt had to wonder if her keel was even getting wet!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The drow dropped a hand into his pouch, feeling for the magical figurine that he used to summon the panther from the Astral Plane, wondering if he should even call to Guenhwyvar this time. The panther had been aboard for much of the last tenday, hunting the hundreds of rats that threatened the ship’s food stores, and was likely exhausted.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Only if I need you, my friend,” Drizzt whispered. The \u003ci\u003eSea Sprite\u003c\/i\u003e cut hard to starboard, and Drizzt had to take up the guide rope in both hands. He steadied himself and remained silent, his gaze to the horizon, to the square-­rigged ship growing larger by the minute. Drizzt felt deep within himself, mentally preparing for the coming battle. He immersed himself in the hiss and splash of the water below him, in the rousing music cutting the wind, and in Catti-­brie’s calls.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Fifteen hundred, a thousand.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Black cutlass, lined in red!” the young woman shouted down when, thanks to her spyglass, she was able to discern the design on the snapping flag of the caravel.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Drizzt didn’t know the insignia, didn’t care about it. The caravel was a pirate ship, one of the many who had overstepped their bounds near Waterdeep’s harbors. As in any waters with trading routes, there had always been pirates on the Sword Coast. Until the last few years, though, the pirates had been somewhat civil, following specific codes of conduct. When Deu­der­mont had defeated Pinochet in Asavir’s Channel, he had subsequently let the pirate go free. That was the way, the unspoken agreement.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e No longer was that the case. The pirates of the north had become bolder and more vicious. Ships were no longer simply looted, but the crews, particularly if any females were aboard, were tortured and murdered. Many ruined hulks had been found adrift in the waters near Waterdeep. The pirates had crossed the line.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Drizzt, Deu­der­mont, and all the \u003ci\u003eSea Sprite\u003c\/i\u003e’s crew, were being paid handsomely for their work, but down to every last man and woman—­with the possible exception of the wizard, Robillard—­they weren’t chasing pirates for the gold.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e They were fighting for the victims.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Five hundred!” Catti-­brie called down.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Drizzt shook himself from his trance and looked to the caravel. He could see the men on her decks now, scrambling, preparing for the fight, an army of ants. The \u003ci\u003eSea Sprite\u003c\/i\u003e’s crew was outnumbered, possibly two to one, Drizzt realized, and the caravel was heavily armed. She carried a fair-­sized catapult on her stern deck, and probably a ballista beneath that, ready to shoot out from the open windows.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The drow nodded and turned back to the deck. The crossbows fixed on the bridge and the ballista was manned. Many of the crew lined the rail, testing the pull of their longbows. The minstrels played on as they would right up until the boarding began. High above the deck, Drizzt spotted Catti-­brie, Taulmaril in one hand, her spyglass in the other. He whistled to her and she gave a quick wave in response, her excitement obvious.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e How could it be otherwise? The chase, the wind, the music, and the knowledge that they were doing good work here. Smiling widely, the drow skittered back along the beam and then the rail, joining Deu­der­mont at the wheel. He noticed Robillard the wizard, looking bored as usual, sitting on the edge of the poop deck. Every so often he waved one hand in the direction of the mainmast. Robillard wore a huge ring on that hand, a silver band set with a diamond, and its sparkle now came from more than a reflection of the light. With every gesture from the wizard, the ring loosed its magic, sending a strong gust of wind into the already straining sails. Drizzt heard the creak of protest from the mainmast and understood their uncanny speed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Carrackus,” Captain Deu­der­mont remarked as soon as the drow was beside him. “Black cutlass outlined in red.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Drizzt looked at him curiously, not knowing the name.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Used to sail with Pinochet,” Deu­der­mont explained. “First mate on the pirate’s flagship. 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