Time of the Twins

I can kill with a single word. I can hurl a ball of fire into the midst of my enemies. I rule a squadron of skeletal warriors, who can destroy by touch alone. I can raise a wall of ice to protect those I serve. The invisible is discernible to my eyes. Ordinary magic spells crumble in my presence... But I bow in the presence of a master. -- Lord Soth to Raistlin Majere

Rule the world," Raistlin repeated softly, his eyes burning. "Rule the world? You still don't undestand, do you, my dear sister? Let me make this as plain as I know how." Now it was his turn to stand up. Pressing his thin hands upon the desk, he leaned towards her, like a snake. "I don't give damn about the world!" he said softly. "I could rule it tomorrow, if I wanted it! I don't.

Do not go to others for the answers. Look in your own heart, search your own faith. You will either find the answer or come to see that the answer is with the gods themselves, not with man.

It was an old kender proverb—Don’t change color to match the walls. Look like you belong and the walls will change color to match you.

Don’t change color to match the walls. Look like you belong and the walls will change color to match you.

The loincloth, too, was ornamented in gold and barely covered his private parts decently.

And that’s my title, now. Master of the Games.