Exile
[The author of Gnomefather also penned this book. A much bleaker read, Exile is full of sections like this:] And with his stony features wrinkling in a snarl, Laduguer, god of the duergar growled: 'You hounds and dribbling dogs. I shall have you flayed. I shall string lutes from your guts. What a music shall fill my halls, then! Hear me close, you mongrels and slobberers. Slavery is freedom. Freedom from difficult choice and from responsibility. When you enslave an elf, you enchain him to a bit of use, the simpering knife-eared slug. You make him worth a damn. Now throttle that morality of yours, and fetch me vassals!'