Elminster Must Die_ The Sage of Shadowdale - Ed Greenwood [166]
Chapter Twelve - Darker and Darker
Chapter Thirteen - Nothing to Laugh At, At All
Chapter Fourteen - Justice, Order, and Refinement
Chapter Fifteen - Enter a Lord, Laughing
Chapter Sixteen - Something of an Uproar
Chapter Seventeen - Wizards Go to War
Chapter Eighteen - Talons and Peacocks and Worse
Chapter Nineteen - Expecting Much Blood
Chapter Twenty - When Vengeful Ghosts Walk
Chapter Twenty-One - A Night of Swords and Blood
Chapter Twenty-Two - Hands Clasped Over a Decanter
Chapter Twenty-Three - To Dream a Little Dream of Being King
Chapter Twenty-Four - A Storm in Shadowdale
Chapter Twenty-Five - Well Earned
Chapter Twenty-Six - Driving Wizards to Drink
Chapter Twenty-Seven - Blood on the Rooftops
Chapter Twenty-Eight - I Used to Be a Wizard
Chapter Twenty-Nine - To Fill Thy Brain with Weapons
Chapter Thirty - Your Castle or Mine
Chapter Thirty-One - We Must Do Whatever We Must
Chapter Thirty-Two - Hunting Elminsters
Chapter Thirty-Three - My Hounds to Hunt You Down
Chapter Thirty-Four - Rune, Rune, Gone Away
Chapter Thirty-Five - A Great Magic Unleashed
Chapter Thirty-Six - A New Blade Drawn
Epilogue