A review by ladyfives
Daughter of the Drow by Elaine Cunningham

The archmage of Menzoberranzan had forgotten how to dream.

Finally finally finished one of my many drow novels, after just sitting around and admiring them like they were symbols of my nerd cred or something for ages.

Beautiful still, the music retained all of the mystery of the elven race, and none of the joy. The drow had forgotten that emotion. But they understood pleasure, and they would pursue it wildly in an attempt to fill the unrecognized void in their elven souls.