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Εξορία by R.A. Salvatore5/20/2023 ![]() ![]() ( Listen to our conversation with RA Salvatore here.) ![]() I can still remember the layout of the bookstore, though, the snarky associate’s blue hair, and even the smell of the brand-new paperback when I thumbed it open and looked at the first map of Icewind Dale. I wish I could say I rode my trusty steed uphill both ways, but the truth is that Amarillo is as flat as a pancake and not nearly as much fun. I was going to pick up The Crystal Shard by R.A. That day was an especially portentous one for I was on a quest, my steed (Huffy bike) carrying me forth to find a dark elf. The year was 1993 AD the place was Amarillo, Texas. This time of year, they had to be taken seriously because they brought fist-sized hail, tornadoes, and flying cows. On my left, the grassland dotted with kine ran unobstructed to the horizon to my right, a few brave homes clung together with scraggly trees and tight shutters. The land around me was bleak, desolate, and bitterly cold. My breath came rapidly as my legs pumped up and down and the wind whipped through my hair. ![]()
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