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Knaak Foreword "Tas? Tasslehoff Burrfoot! I promise! Go ahead. I love stories, you know. Sturm and Tanis, lost in a blizzard, have only one hope of being rescued — Tasslehoff Burrfoot!

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Knaak Foreword "Tas? Tasslehoff Burrfoot! I promise! Go ahead. I love stories, you know. Sturm and Tanis, lost in a blizzard, have only one hope of being rescued — Tasslehoff Burrfoot!

The minotaur race is the subject of "Definitions of Honor," by Rick Knaak. A young knight of Solamnia rides to the rescue of a village, only to discover that his enemy threatens more than his life. We really MUST be going! You remember. You told me the story last time about how Raistlin gave Palin his magic staff.

What happens next? And certainly NOT the type of heroic quest the brothers expected! Still sitting on the boulder, we are somewhat startled to be suddenly confronted by a gnome, who thrusts a manuscript at us. We are truly delighted to present for your enjoyment, therefore, "Into the Heart of the Story," a "treatise" by Michael Williams.

Looking at each other, we smile, shrug, and continue on our way through Krynn. So much for kender promises! Hope, cherished for all the long hours of the trek up the mountain, fell abruptly dead. The wood bin was empty. A brawling wind shrieked around the gaping walls of the crude shelter, whirling in through the doorless entry and the broken roof. The storm had caught Tan-is and his friends unaware at midday. But here in the mountains autumn had suddenly become nothing more substantial than a memory.

Haven was a two-day trek ahead. Their only hope of weathering the storm had been this shelter, one of the few maintained by the folk of Esker and Haven as a sanctuary for storm-caught travelers.

But now, with the blizzard raging harder, it seemed that their hope might be as hollow as the empty wood bin. Behind him the half-elf could hear Tas poking around the bleak shelter, his bright kender spirit undaunted by the toll of the journey. Shards of crockery lay scattered around the hard-packed dirt floor. But he tried, every chance he got, maintaining — every chance he got — that the pipe was enchanted.

Tanis was certain that the pipe had as much likelihood of being enchanted as he had now of getting warm sometime soon. Not now! With a weary sigh Tanis turned to see Flint sitting on his pack, trying with cold-numbed hands to thaw the frozen snow from his beard.

Only Sturm was silent. He leaned against the door jamb, staring out into the blizzard as though taking the measure of an opponent held, for a time, at bay. Tas reluctantly abandoned his pipe and made a curious foray past the empty wood bin. Still his brown eyes were alight with questions in a face polished red by the bite of the wind.

There is none, Tas. What do you suppose happened to it? If Tas had romped through the blizzard, Sturm had forged through with all the earnest determination he could muster. Each time Tas foundered, Sturm was right beside Tanis to pull him out. But for all that, Tanis knew, the youth had never seen a blizzard like this one. A roaring wind drove from the north, wet and bitter with snow.

The climb to this tireless shelter had left Tanis stiff and aching, numb and clumsy with the cold. He wanted nothing less than to venture out into the screaming storm again. But his choices were between sure death in the long black cold of night and one more trip into the storm. It was not, in the end, a difficult choice to make.

Tas looked from the wood bin to Tanis. There was a stand of pine trees along our way up. No doubt Sturm and I can get enough from there and be back before nightfall.

Now there would be something to do besides spending a long cold night wondering what it would feel like to freeze solid. Shrugging closer into the warmth of his furred vest, he started for the doorway.

I mean it, Tas. The snow is drifting too high. This is something that Sturm and I will do. He thought he might hear a similar argument from his old friend. Let me finish. I need you to stay here with Flint. The tracks we made only a short while ago are gone. Tas had no fear of the killing cold, the battering winds. The prospect of the journey back to the pines held only joyous anticipation and a chance to satisfy some of that unquenchable curiosity that had brought the kender to the crumbling edge of many a catastrophe before now.

That will be the fastest way to die. But Sturm and I have to be able to depend on you two being here just in case one of us needs to come back for help. Privately he thought that staying behind, no matter how virtuous it made him feel right now, might be just the least bit boring. Despite the cold and the bitter wind chasing snow in through the open doorway, Tanis found a smile for the kender.

He took up two small hand axes, tested their blades, and prepared to leave. Tanis, preferring his bow and quiver if danger should arise, left his sword with Flint.

Just keep Tas safe here with you. He promised, but…" Flint laughed grimly. Flint winced. Tas sidled up beside him, standing close to the old dwarf. We might as well find the best kindling from that wood. The white and screaming storm quickly swallowed all trace of Sturm and Tanis. Already he had begun to regret his promise to stay behind. I could find those trees straight off! For Tas, to think was to do. He tucked his pipe into his belt and stepped out into the blinding storm.

The wind caught him hard, and he laughed from the sheer pleasure of feeling its bullying push, hearing its thundering roar.

There was, after all, his promise to Tanis, spider-web thin but still holding after a fashion. And he could, he supposed, manage to pass the time trying to find the magic in his pipe. It was going to be, each thought, a very long, cold afternoon.

Under the sheltering wings of the broad-branched pines the storm seemed distant, deflected by the thick growing trunks and the sweep of a rising hill. Deadfalls littered the little stand. Tanis made right for the heart of the pines where the snow was a thinner mantle covering the ground and the fallen trees. Though he could see little difference in the light under the trees, he knew from some sure instinct that night had fallen. The driving snow was no longer daytime gray, but brighter.

Only an hour ago the sky had been the color of wet slate. Now it was an unreflecting, unforgiving black. It felt like a night sky for all that Tanis could see no moons, no stars.

The air was as cold and sharp as frozen blades. They worked as fast as awkward hands would permit, filling their packs with as much wood as they could carry.

Carefully used it would be enough to keep them from freezing in the night. Tanis shoved the last of the wood into his pack, lashed it tight, and looked around for Sturm. He was a dark figure hunched against the cold, kneeling over his own pack. Sturm looked around. Your turn. But were it granted, I promise I would lead you gently. At the beginning of the trip Tanis had wondered about the wisdom of taking the youth along.

That was no argument against which he might win. In the end he had been persuaded to include Sturm among the party. It was, after all, to have been a brief trip, with no diversions.

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It is the eighth Dragonlance novel to be published, and the second book in the "Dragonlance Tales" series, all three books of which are anthologies of stories set in the Dragonlance milieu. Unlike the Dragonlance novels published up until that point, the Tales books do not exclusively follow one group of characters, but instead range across the entire scope of the setting. Plot introduction[ edit ] The book is a compilation of 10 short stories from various authors taking place in the fictional world of Krynn : "Snowsong" by Nancy Varian Berberick. This tale tells the story of an early adventure of the Companions. Tanis Half-Elven and Sturm Brightblade are caught in a blizzard and their only hope of being rescued lies in the kender , Tasslehoff Burrfoot.

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Each and every one is imaginative, powerfully written and enhances the first Dragonlance-trilogy in a meaningful way. It is hard not to want to give the kender Tas a hug sometimes. It captures a hopeful view on the power of storytelling in a riveting story. Partly but not Loved this collection of stories.

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