Abstract
Zaknafein had always been conflicted. Only his status as one of the greatest warriors, as well as his friendship with the mercenary Jarlaxle, kept him sane. When he finally perished, he was content knowing he left behind a legacy as substantial as his son Drizzt. Except someone isn't ready for Zaknafein to be dead. And now he's back, hundreds of years later, in a world he doesn't recognize. His son's companions are not the prideful, and bigoted, males the drow warrior was accustomed to in his previous life. Drizzt's circle includes dwarves, elves, and, perhaps worst of all, a human wife.