" The Coming Of Raistlyn "

by Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman

He came in the middle of a still, black night. The only moon in the sky was one his eyes alone could see. Bearing only his magic and the staff, through the Shoikan Grove, he approached the tower. For him the gates opened, and all dark and shadowy things bowed in homeage. For the master had come as foretold. The Master of Past and Present, to claim his dark tower. To hear the dragons chant... From darkness to darkness, my voice echoes in the emptiness. From this world to the next, my voice cries with life. From darkness to darkness, I shout! Beneath my feet, all is made firm. Time that flows, hold in your course. Because by fate, even the gods are cast down.