The Second Generation [antikvár]

Where's my hat? You tcx>k it! I saw you. Eton't tell me if s on my head! I know better! I Oh, there it is. Decided to bring it back, did you? No, I don't believe you. Not for a minute. You've always had your eye on my hat, Hickirwn. I— What? You want me to write what? Now? This minute? Can't do it. Don't have the time. Trying to recall the words to a spell. Fire sale. Fire engine. Great balls of fire---- That's close---- Oh, very well. I'll write your blasted foreword. But just this once, mind you. Here goes. Sovmovb A long time ago, a couple of doorknobs named Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman decided to leave their homes on Krynn and go out adventuring. I'm afraid there's some ken-der blood in those two. They just couldn't resist traipsing off to visit other new and exciting worlds. But Weis and Hickman are like kender and bad pennies— they keep turning up. And so here they are again, all set to tell us about the wonderful things that are happening in Krynn. Some of these stories we've heard before, but they have a couple of new ones, too, all about the children of that small band of adventurers who are now known as the Heroes of the Lance. Many years have passed since the war. The Heroes' children are growing up, going off on adventures of their own, heading out into a world that, I'm sorry to say, still has plenty of danger and trouble left to go around. Now, as you read these stories, you will notice that sometimes Weis and Hickman contradict certain other stories you may have heard. Some of you might find yourselves more than a little perplexed over their accounts of the Heroes' past lives—accounts that differ from other accounts.