Mid-Week Muse: Your Favorite Scene

Posted August 7, 2013 by elizatilton in Uncategorized / 3 Comments

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We all need inspiration. When my creative thoughts have been depleted, I need to read one of my favorite scenes or passages. These special pages spark life back into me. They get me excited about my own writing and eager to make a reader fall in love.

I have one scene I always read, well, technically it’s a chapter. It’s from Streams of Silver by R.A. Salvatore, the king of fantasy: The Trollmoors.

Four friends are fighting their way through an endless bog full of trolls. The fight has exhausted each one and the moors continue its relentless attack. Land is far from sight and one by one the companions stumble.

They continued on, and made solid progress for another hour, but time itself began to affect them. Drizzt heard Bruneor mumbling behind him, lost in some delusion of his childhood days in Mithril Hall. Wulfgar, with the unconscious Halfling, ambled along behind, reciting a prayer to one of his gods, using the rhythm of his chants to keep his feet steadily pumping.

Then Bruneor fell, smacked down by a troll that had veered in on them uncontested.

The fateful decision came easily to Drizzt. He swung back around, scimitars ready. He couldn’t possibly carry the stout dwarf, nor could he defeat the horde of trolls that even now closed in. “And so our tale ends, Bruneor Battlehammer!” he cried out. “In battle, as it should be!”

Wulfgar, dazed and gasping, did not consciously choose his next move. It was simply a reaction to the scene before him, a maneuver perpetrated by the stubborn instincts of a man who refused to surrender. He stumbled over to the fallen dwarf, who by this time had struggled back to his hands and knees, and scooped him up with his free arm. Two trolls had them trapped.

Drizzt Do’Urden was close by, and the young barbarian’s heroic act inspired the drow. Seething flames danced again within his lavender eyes, and his blades whirred into their own dance of death.

“Run on!”Drizzt called, guarding the party’s rear and spurring Wulfgar on with a constant stream of rousing words. All weatiness flew from the drow in this final burst of battle lust. He leaped all about and shouted challenge to the trolls. Any that came near too near found the sting of his blades.

Grunting with every painful step, his eyes burning from his sweat, Wulfage charged blindly ahead. He didn’t think about how long he could keep up the pace with his load. He didn’t think about the certain, horrible death that shadowed him on every side, and he had probably cut off his route as well. He didn’t think about the wrenching pain in his injured back, or about the new sting that he keenly felt on the back of his knee. He concentrated only on putting one heavy boot in front of the other.


There is so much in that chapter to love. The strength and fight within each character and the will that pushes them forward. I love it. Reading this chapter fills me with a myriad of emotions and I always want to write after reading it.

Do you have a favorite chapter or scene you like to read? Share it below!

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3 responses to “Mid-Week Muse: Your Favorite Scene

  1. Great scene, and inspiration!

    "He concentrated only on putting one heavy boot in front of the other."

    Just as we need to put down one word and then another and another!