Пусть тут поваляются. Дневник вроде бы и нафиг не нужен, а "выкинуть" жалко -)
Так что вот, буду цитаты постить.

“And what are people saying about me?” Entreri asked, genuinely interested.
“They say you are a ruthless killer with not one thread of good in you. They say you kill for money and entertainment, and would rather see a woman raped in an alley than step in and risk your life to help.”
Entreri did not like that last phrase, but the rest of it seemed almost like a compliment. “And who do you think I am?”
“I think you are a man who has been through a very hard life. People have threatened you, and you have been forced into fights you did not want. You are not a bad person at heart, but people have often been fearful of your skill, and your need to defend yourself has left a bloody trail behind you.”
You think I’m Drizzt, Entreri thought to himself.




“Your wrong,” Entreri said flatly. “Listen to your father. I am bad. People who come near me die, not because they attack me, but because I kill them. I am not your hero on a white horse.”



“What am I going to do, Red?”
Entreri had always felt that talking to yourself was a sure sign of insanity. However, talking to a long dead red dragon while surrounded by more riches than in all of Calimport went far beyond simple insanity.


. The golden battle-axe that Trent had tried to wield was still lying where Entreri had tossed it, and he scooped it up. The assassin walked careful back to the dragon as he examined the edge of the magnificent weapon. “Bruener Battlehammer, eat your heart out,” he said under his breath.