The Wanderers of the Hall are swept away by war — a war in which the stakes are greater than any of them could guess. They fight for the safety of Mithrill Hall, but in reality their souls, in fact, the fate of the whole Faerûn, depends on a hair.

Through the Deep Dark Tunnels of Regis and Wulfgar, he reaches the Silver Moon to fight with renewed vigor, while the fate of the besieged Mithrill Hall depends on the mercy of some new friends — if mercy can dwell in the hearts of dragons.

Hardcover, the orc warlord leads his hordes against Everlund, boldly sharing his forces in the hope that in one fell swoop he could drive the entire North under his heels. But Drow’s allies want something else — Drizzt, and they don’t care about him, how many lives — elves, dwarves, orcs, or humans — they have to extinguish to get to him. North is darkened, its grasslands soaked in blood. City after city falls victim to hordes of orcs. Old friendships and new alliances are ushering in a new course of war, but in the end everything stands or falls on one dark elf who chooses life, death, forgiveness, revenge, order, chaos - peace instead of war.