Zaknafein Quotes

“He is drow,” Zak answered before Jarlaxle, who was now floating back down. “As are you—you cannot levitate?” The surrounding aevendrow stared at him as if they had no idea what he was talking about. “Now, this is an interesting turn,” Jarlaxle said, setting down beside them. “So it was the Faerzress all along, the barrier to the lower planes, which gave us this inner magic.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Starlight Enclave

“He stared at it for a long while, hating himself for having to so manipulate his friend yet again. That thought surprised the drow; when in his entire life had he ever felt such a twang? In his betrayal of Zaknafein those centuries before, perhaps? He looked at Entreri again, and he felt as if he was staring at his old drow companion.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Road of the Patriarch (The Sellswords, Book 3) Publisher: Wizards of the Coast

“Not one but three rays came forth in response, each splitting to strike at Zak and at Galathae.

The first made him feel heavy, as if his limbs were wrapped in thick metal.

The second made him realize that he couldn’t win and should flee for his life.

The third showed him the truth of the world, that the real monster here was Galathae, and so he should strike at her! But he looked at her, bathed in holy light, serene and yet focused in her efforts to resist the rays—the same rays that had hit him.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“Zak thought of his homeland, Menzoberranzan, the city and the cavern that had stood for millennia. Every drow family tried to put their mark on it, be it with circling stairways flowing from stalactite to stalactite, highlighted with faerie fire of varying hues, but those were such little details, he thought. He was sure that the city looked very much as it had soon after its founding.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“It is hardly just the matrons and their priestesses, though. As this has sorted, there seem many more against our revolution than for it.”

“For many reasons, though,” Zak reminded.

“Fear of their matrons and of Lolth, of course. Or simply fear of this unknown future the Baenres have offered. They know the way it’s been, for the entirety their lives, even for those whose lives have spanned centuries. They know their place within that truth. They know the boundaries, the lines not to cross, the acts that give them gain and those that offer only pain. What do they know of this promised world beyond Lolth, particularly when it, too, from their perspective at least, will be under the designs of House Baenre?”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“You came here thinking of this as a war against Lolth and all that she stood for,” Zak offered. “Perhaps we think of it instead as a rescue mission to get those who would abandon Lolth out of this prison she has built within this cavern.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“Pops Zak!” Breezy said, and Drizzt laughed with joy.

“Oh, by the gods,” Catti-brie lamented.

“What?” Drizzt and Jarlaxle asked in unison.

“When this one witnesses cazzcalci,” she said, looking pointedly at Drizzt, “we’ll never get him back home.”

“Maybe he’ll already be at home,” Jarlaxle offered.

“I take my home with me,” Drizzt said, ending the debate. Catti-brie hugged him, their daughter wrapping her arms around them both, completing the circle.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“Zak was able to smile at situations that didn’t necessarily bring pain to anyone. He was the first drow Drizzt had met who was apparently content with his station in life. Zak was the first drow Drizzt had ever heard laugh.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Homeland