Confessor (Sword of Truth)
Terry Goodkind
Language: English
Pages: 757
ISBN: 0765354306
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Descending into darkness, about to be overwhelmed by evil, those people still free are powerless to stop the coming dawn of a savage new world, while Richard faces the guilt of knowing that he must let it happen. Alone, he must bear the weight of a sin he dare not confess to the one person he loves…and has lost.
Join Richard and Kahlan in the concluding novel of one of the most remarkable and memorable journeys ever written. It started with one rule, and will end with the rule of all rules, the rule unwritten, the rule unspoken since the dawn of history.
When next the sun rises, the world will be forever changed.
devotion to ideas that result only in suffering and death. Those people are beyond redemption by reason. Richard knows that the only way to deal with evil, to break a people’s bond to it, is to make holding on to such beliefs unendurable. “The Order itself has made this a war to the end. Richard knows that his people cannot survive by trying to coexist with such evil, or by excusing those who nurture it. “The Order seeks to exterminate liberty. The knife that the Order is trying to thrust into
flame splashing down into the terrified mass of men. The shrieks of agony drowned out the clash of steel in the battle. Nathan conjured yet more wizard’s fire. In an instant it, too, was away. The sphere of fire tumbled down the dark corridor, careening off walls and men, spilling flames, catching everything ablaze. The liquid flame was so tenacious, so sticky, so fiercely alive with searing heat that it melted its way through tough leather armor and sloshed right through chain mail to cling
horse’s gait. Chase had taught her how to use water to hide her tracks. Every galloping stride was one stride closer, and that was all that mattered. CHAPTER 7 When the soldier walking past the wagons tossed the hard-boiled eggs, Richard caught as many as he could. As soon as he had scooped the rest of them up off the ground he gathered them all in the crook of his arm and crawled back under the wagon to get out of the rain. It was a cold, miserable excuse for a shelter, but it was
and recognize their direct meaning. While the designs he was painting were composed of elements he knew, they were original. The men who had gathered all around leaned in a little, spellbound not just by the process, but by the drawing itself. It had a kind of poetry to it. While they didn’t understand the meaning of the lines, they experienced the totality of them as expressive of meaningful purpose, as important, and as exactly what they were: threatening. “You know what this whole thing,
from just inside the doorway. The height was dizzying. Nicci gripped the waist-high iron railing as she leaned out a little, peering over the side. She could see over the edge of the outer wall, and the plateau itself, all the way down to the Azrith Plain. The ground immediately around the plateau was deserted. The Imperial Order had camped some distance back, apparently not wanting to chance drawing any unpleasant attention from the gifted up in the palace before absolutely necessary. While