Oh, Gods of Literature, please, deliver me of pathos and preachy authors! *groans* The last twenty or so pages of Salvatore's "Sojourn" are preaching pure. Drizzt's "how I wish I would have never had to fight" is grating on my nerves, really. Dude, why didn't you pick up farming, then? Nobody forced you to be a ranger! Hmpf! Dude, really!