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“Lolth was within every reasoning being, that dark and selfish side of the mind. A disease, an infection, most often suppressed to a great degree. But not when Lolth got these beings under her thrall. Then the malignancy did grow, and the dark thoughts emerged. Even as he considered that, Kimmurriel better understood why Lolth had tried for the hive mind multiple times-and was probably still trying to infect the illithids now.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Relentless

“Take him home, Kimmuriel. He is piquing the interest of too many now, and I fear his antics might lead them into situations that will confuse the entire collective!â€�

Another joke? An exclamation spoken aloud and with passion? Kimmuriel had been desperately worried about subjecting his dearest friend to the intrusions of the mind flayers.

Perhaps he should have been more worried about subjecting the illithids to the sensibilities of Jarlaxle.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Glacier's Edge

“Is this illithid hive mind your god, Oblodran?â€�

Kimmuriel paused and considered that. “It is not all-knowing, but more knowing than most, for what we hide with spoken words we cannot hide within ourselves. A god? No. But it and its illithid limbs comprise a library of truth, where no lie can exist without it being known as a lie.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Relentless

“Kimmuriel informed them that to the illithids, Lolth was not a goddess at all. She was a manifestation of malevolence, an infection. Lolth was a bitter bit of a reasoning being promoting pride and envy, greed and power, but nothing more. She was a whispered internal lie coaxing the speaker and listener, one and the same, into a deepening gloom.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Relentless

“Ah, yes, true that,â€� Jarlaxle agreed, feigning defeat. “It escaped me that you are without the strong sense of irony to go that delicious route.â€� Jarlaxle turned to the others. “So we have it, then,â€� he declared. “It was the illithids, a grand and brilliant plan! Or it was Lolth herself, ever making chaos for her enjoyment. Or it was one of her great rivals, then—perhaps Demogorgon!—blowing up the whole damned Lolthian world on Faerun.â€� “Or it was nothing at all beyond the epiphany of two women in position to make a difference,â€� Entreri said dryly. He sighed and shook his head, then looked up at Wulfgar, who stood beside him. “You see, my friend?â€� he asked with sarcasm exceeding that of the others. “This is why we can’t have good things, good thoughts, simple joy, or hope.â€� Jarlaxle laughed loudly at that, amused. But there really was a nagging doubt here, about all of it. The most important lesson he had learned in his desperate struggle to survive in Menzoberranzan was that nothing—nothing!—was as it seemed. Not ever. But how he wanted to believe that this time would be different.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Relentless

“I am Oblodran,â€� he answered. “And we were trained to accept the intrusions of the hive mind as the door to our greatness. Yet these centuries later, the first time my mind was scoured still haunts me. I try to forget about their intrusions, but they are with me often, and usually without warning. A smell, a notion, an action, something I see or hear—anything at all can bring me back to that experience. It tries me and chases me in my nightmares—and again, I submitted to it willingly! For Azzudonna, this act, forced upon her against her will, would utterly break her. Irrecoverably, I am sure.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Glacier's Edge

“I hesitate to take Azzudonna, this woman I barely know and know not at all as a friend, and you expect me to subject you to the intrusion of the hive mind?â€� “Why, Kimmuriel, did you just admit that you love me?â€� Jarlaxle teased, but the psionicist was having none of it.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Glacier's Edge

“In his mind, Kimmuriel heard Yharaskrik’s unspoken thought, 'He fornicates with dragons!'

“Jarlaxle sees his entire existence as something to be enjoyed and explored,â€� Kimmuriel said.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Glacier's Edge