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“It's like Dungeons and Dragons, but real."
Jace was looking at Simon as if he were some bizarre species of insect. "It's like what?"
"It's a game," Clary explained. She felt vaguely embarrassed. "People pretend to be wizards and elves, and they kill monsters and stuff."
Jace looked stupefied.
Simon grinned. "You've never heard of Dungeons and Dragons?"
"I've heard of dungeons," Jace said. "Also dragons. Although they're mostly extinct."
Simon looked disappointed. "You've never killed a dragon?"
"He's probably never met a six-foot-tall hot elf-woman in a fur bikini, either," Clary said irritably. "Lay off, Simon."
"Real elves are about eight inches tall," Jace pointed out. "Also, they bite.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

“Remember how before, I was talking about Dungeons and Dragons?
Vividly, Jace said. It was a dark time.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“You are not entering this world in the usual manner, for you are setting forth to be a Dungeon Master. Certainly there are stout fighters, mighty magic-users, wily thieves, and courageous clerics who will make their mark in the magical lands of D&D adventure. You however, are above even the greatest of these, for as DM you are to become the Shaper of the Cosmos. It is you who will give form and content to the all the universe. You will breathe life into the stillness, giving meaning and purpose to all the actions which are to follow.”
― Gary Gygax

“He sighed and opened the black box and took out his rings and slipped them on. Another box held a set of knives and Klatchian steel, their blades darkened with lamp black. Various cunning and intricate devices were taken from velvet bags and dropped into pockets. A couple of long-bladed throwing tlingas were slipped into their sheaths inside his boots. A thin silk line and folding grapnel were wound around his waist, over the chain-mail shirt. A blowpipe was attached to its leather thong and dropped down the back of his cloak; Teppic picked a slim tin container with an assortment of darts, their tips corked and their stems braille-coded for ease of selection in the dark.

He winced, checked the blade of his rapier and slung the baldric over his right shoulder, to balance the bag of lead slingshot ammunition. As an afterthought he opened his sock drawer and took a pistol crossbow, a flask of oil, a roll of lockpicks and, after some consideration, a punch dagger, a bag of assorted caltrops and a set of brass knuckles.

Teppic picked up his hat and checked it's lining for the coil of cheesewire. He placed it on his head at a jaunty angle, took a last satisfied look at himself in the mirror, turned on his heel and, very slowly, fell over.”
― Terry Pratchett, Pyramids

“Mothers are like dungeons. Some really stink and you'll do anything to avoid them. And some are lush sanctuaries filled with gold, jewels, and butterscotch schnapps-spiked Nestle Nesquik.”
― Shelly Mazzanoble, Everything I Need to Know I Learned from Dungeons & Dragons - One Woman's Quest to Trade Self-Help for Elf-Help

“Then it kissed me—not as a man would kiss a lover, not with tenderness or even passion. This was a kiss that stole the soul of men. Revulsion at this creature’s kiss was instantly replaced by the warmth stealing through my veins, as if my missing blood were being replenished and contrived to heal me. I craved to keep kissing the beast. My entire being awakened to that kiss feeding me ecstasy, feeding me life.”
― Barbara T. Cerny, The Tiefling: Angel Kissed, Devil Touched

“I was once a man, not a great man, not a saintly man, but a good man, and a man nonetheless.”
― Barbara T. Cerny, The Tiefling: Angel Kissed, Devil Touched

“My life was going exactly where I wanted it to until the Devil showed up.”
― Barbara T. Cerny, The Tiefling: Angel Kissed, Devil Touched

“Iona stared at me for a long time. “You are going to leave me a widow before I have a chance to become a bride.”
― Barbara T. Cerny, The Tiefling: Angel Kissed, Devil Touched

“God himself had sent me away. I was truly now among the damned.”
― Barbara T. Cerny, The Tiefling: Angel Kissed, Devil Touched

“Dungeons & Dragons was like that. Forget that half the kids in school probably went around slaying dragons and stashing loot on their PlayStations or iPads. It's different when you actually have to roll the dice.”
― John David Anderson, Posted

“That reminds me why I gave up Dungeons and Dragons. There were too many monsters. Back in the old days you could go around a dungeon without meeting much more than a few orcs and lizard men, but then everyone started inventing monsters and pretty soon it was a case of bugger the magic sword, what you really need to be the complete adventurer was the Marcus L. Rowland fifteen-volume guide to Monsters and the ability to read very, very fast, because if you couldn’t recognize them from the outside you pretty soon got the chance to try looking at them from the wrong side of their tonsils.”
― Terry Pratchett, Alien Christmas

“Hello! My name is Inigo Montoya. You did 2d6+4 damage to my father. Prepare to make a saving throw.”
― Franklin Veaux

“but as the Hill Dwarves like to say, Hope is a hen that never lays.”
― C.A. Tedeschi, Fen and the Every Path

“My Ma, she wanted me to take up a trade. Make your life count for something, she said. Go where the Dwarves are. Now you just try and outwork a dwarf. Might as well dig your own grave!â€� Trapper tipped up his hat and scratched his greasy head. “I done like she said. I went to Thorbarten. Those Dwarves, they got more-n-enough busy work to go around. But them mountains—always loominâ€� in the distance.â€� Trapper swiped the ragged hat from his head and held it over his heart. “I took to the mountains. Was the splendor—drew me in. Don’t regret it. Never will. But I do find myself wishinâ€� I had done more while I had the chance. Time is short for my kind. Not so with the Dwarves and the Gnomes.”
― C.A. Tedeschi, Fen and the Every Path

“Mountain folk have their own code. And they hold each other to it, straightforward like; No beatinâ€� around the bush.”
― C.A. Tedeschi, Fen and the Every Path

“Everything about the brain of a gnome is amped up. They weren't just intelligent. They were more susceptible to the effects of an emotional stimulus.”
― C.A. Tedeschi, Lion Knight saga 2, The Tree of Despair

“- Bene tellemara, chuchota Druzil.”
― R.A. Salvatore, The Chaos Curse

“The orcs grew closer, the dark smudge growing.
He felt, more than saw, the elf take her place at his side. Ash knew there was no way two fighters—even good ones—could stop an onslaught like this. The elf was young. Inexperienced. It pained him that she’d die here.”
― Danika Stone, Switchback

“Ash nodded. A moment later, sleep overtook him and he began to dream. He stood in the gamescape of Immortal Defenders, Vale in armor at his side.”
― Danika Stone

“White light veiled the world. He did not see things, he saw into them, through them, saw the nightwalker and shadows for the insubstantial entities they were. The souls of his comrades glowed, their light dimmed only by self-imposed restraints, restraints Abelar had shed.
As he fell, his body ignited with radiance, an apotheosis of light. For a moment, he felt himself motionless, suspended in space, as if he had become the light. He savored the time, thought of Elden, his innocent eyes, his trusting soul. He loved his son—forever.
The moment ended. He plummeted earthward toward the nightwalker.
The creature shielded its face with a forearm, cowered before Abelar.
Abelar’s soul swelled. No regrets plagued him or tortured his final thoughts. His mind turned to those he loved, his wife, his father, his son. He laughed, shouted Elden’s name as he descended, and his voice boomed over the rain, over the thunder, over the darkness.”
― Paul S. Kemp, Shadowrealm

“If a path ain’t got no heart, you must not follow it, not for any reason—but if it does got heart, then you’d best oblige yourself. On account of doinâ€� good ain’t got no end. Like a pebble thrown in a pond, one kind act ripples outward in all directions. It affects others—for the betterment. How far the ripple may travel—no one can rightly say.”
― C.A. Tedeschi, Fen and the Every Path

“Mel shook her head. “I mean, we could have a ‘whose friends hate them moreâ€� competition, or you could explain to me what a DM is when you’re not sliding into someone’s?”
― Katherine McIntyre, Strength Check

“They speak a lie and even though we don’t believe them, they speak a line of hate-against the elves above or the deep gnomes or another drow house- and even though we don’t agree with them, we don’t speak out,â€� Zak said.”
― R A Salvatore

“They speak a lie and even though we don’t believe them, they speak a line of hate-against the elves above or the deep gnomes or another drow house- and even though we don’t agree with them, we don’t speak out,â€� Zak said.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Relentless

“For Drizzt had done what Zak had always wanted to do. Drizzt had seen the corruption, the evilness, the ugly weight of Lothian edicts, and Drizzt had rejected it more fully than Zaknsfein had ever found the courage to do, more fully than Jarlaxle had ever found the courage to do.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Relentless

“But I do know that there was power in that web. Great power to remove curses. For Thibbledorf Pwent is very much alive, and the vampire that was Pwent is no more. I have never before heard of a cure for vampirism, nor had any of Bruenor’s clerics, nor the wizards of Longsaddle. But Pwent is cured.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Starlight Enclave

“You told you were a hero! That you were discharged, ‘Above Honorableâ€�! Turns out you were simply defeated by a mutant penis to the face!”
― Dexter Herron, Shard's Thugs

“You told me you were a hero! That you were discharged, ‘Above Honorableâ€�! Turns out you were simply defeated by a mutant penis to the face!”
― Dexter Herron, Shard's Thugs

“Then his brows lower a little as he's slightly taken aback by the eye makeup.
"I know I look like Robert Smith," I say before he has a chance.
"I wasn't going to---"
"It was my thing once upon a time. Didn't you have a teenage subculture? LARPing or whatever?"
"You look at me and think Dungeons and Dragons?" he says, smirking.”
― Lizzy Dent, Just One Taste