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Margaret Weis Biography

Margaret Edith Weis (born March 16, 1948) is a fantasy and science fiction writer and author of dozens of novels and short stories. Along with Tracy Hickman, Weis is one of the original creators of the Dragonlance game world.

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Well! I had the most fantastic dream! Trees crying blood. Horrible dead elves going around and killing people! Raistlin wearing black robes! It was the most incredible thing! And you were there, Sturm. Laurana and Flint. And everyone died! Well, almost everyone. Raistlin didn't. And there was a green dragon-' Tasslehoff stopped. What was wrong with his friends? Their faces were pale, their eyes wide.

Dream, Everyone, Eye, Tasslehoff, Trees, Wearing Black

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

Eye, Kill, Lord, Ordinary, Wall, Warrior

Why you decrepit old mage! You couldn't turn water into ice in the dead of winter!

Dead, Ice, Turn, Water, Winter

I like working closely with artists. I think that's very important in fantasy and science fiction - the visual aspect of the worlds and the characters.

Artist, Character, Closely, Fantasy, Science

A mage's soul is forged in the crucible of the magic

Crucible, Forged, Magic, Soul

If I am to be judged by those who come after me, let me be judged for the truth.

Come, Ifs, Judged, Let, Let Me

you wouldn't happen to have a pipe and a bit of tobacco about, would- i heard that! gandalf enjoyed a good pipe! why do you think he's called gandalf the gray? it wasn't for the color of his robes

Color, Gandalf, Gray, Quit Smoking, Thinking

A man with nothing to die for has even less for which to live.

Die, Dies, Live, Man, Men, Nothing

Words can never fully say what we want them to say, for they fumble, stammer, and break the best porcelain. The best one can hope for is to find along the way someone to share the path, content to walk in silence, for the heart communes best when it does not try to speak.

Heart, Hope, Silence, Trying, Walk

Interesting. " Raistlin coughed the word. Tanis glanced at him sharply. "What is interesting?" "I've never heard you lie before, Half-Elf," Raistlin said softly. " I find it. . . quite. . . fascinating.

Glanced, Half, Heard, Interesting, Lying, Said

and someday, fat innkeepers will bow to me.

Bows, Fat, Fats, Innkeepers, Someday

My dragon? save anybody? you must have have him confused with someone else- Smaug perhaps?.

Confused, Dragon, Dragons, Smaug, Zifnab

Hope is the denial of reality.

Denial, Hope, Reality

I have sinned enough against the world. Teaching magic to a kender would ensure my damnation. —Raistlin Majere

Damnation, Ensure, Magic, Majere, Teaching

The heart communes best when it does not try to speak.

Communes, Doe, Heart, Speak, Trying

Hope is the denial of reality. It is the carrot dangled before the draft horse to keep him plodding along in a vain attempt to reach it. " "Are you saying we shouldn't hope?" "I'm saying we should remove the carrot and walk forward with our eyes open!

Dangled, Eye, Forward, Horse, Reality, Walk

I wanted to tell her that sometimes, in my long sleep, I dreamt of her

Dreamt, Long, Sleep, Sometimes, Tell

He could hear himself screaming and he knew it was his death cry. Still he fought on, as he had fought all his life. I. . . will. . . control. . . The words came from his mouth, stained with his blood. . . I will control. . . Reaching out, his hands closed over the Staff on Magius. I will!

Blood, Closed, Cry, Hands, Mouth, Mouths

Only a man who cannot conquer his deficiencies feels the need to convince the world that he has none.

Deficiencies, Feels, Man, Men, Needs, World

Truth wasn't something you went out and found. It was wide and vast and deep and unending, and all you could hope to see was a tiny part of it. And to see that part and to mistake it for the whole was to make of Truth a lie.

Hope, Lying, Mistake, Part, Tiny, Whole

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