Temple of the Winds (Sword of Truth, Book 4)
Terry Goodkind
Language: English
Pages: 992
ISBN: 0812551486
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
On the red moon will come the firestorm...
Wielding the Sword of Truth, Richard Rahl has battled death itself and come to the defense of the D'Haran people. But now the power-mad Emperor Jagang confronts Richard with a swift and inexorable foe: a mystical plague cutting a deadly swath across the land and slaying thousands of innocent victims.
To quench the inferno, he must seek remedy in the wind...
To fight it Richard and his beloved Kahlan Amnell will risk everything to uncover the source of the terrible plague-the magic sealed away for three millennia in the Temple of the Winds.
Lightning will find him on that path...
But when prophecy throws the shadow of betrayal across their mission and threatens to destroy them, Richard must accept the Truth and find a way to pay the price the winds demand...or he and his world will perish.
Kahlan smirked to herself. She would put the lie to his boast. Before she had a chance to set the tray on the table, and let the cup ping against the pot to catch his attention and make him think it was the serving woman, Richard spoke without turning. “Kahlan, good. I’m glad you came.” Frowning, she set down the tray. “You have your back to the door. How could you know it was me, and not the woman bringing the tea you ordered?” Richard turned around with a puzzled look. “Why would I think it
Cara, I’m not doubting you-it’s just that we can’t take chances. Something’s wrong; why would Jagang throw this lamb in a wolf’s lair, and specifically tell him to announce himself?” “But-” “It’s possible Jagang was killed-he might be dead and we have nothing to fear-but if he’s still alive, and anything goes wrong with Marlin, here, it will be Richard who pays the price. Jagang wants Richard dead. Are you so stubborn that you’re willing to put Richard at risk for the sake of your pride?” Cara
the Order there.” Anger flashed in Richard’s eyes. “No. You can’t let him do that, Kahlan. If you let Jagang divide the New World, he will take it one piece at a time, with D’Hara the last to fall. You can’t let Drefan do that. Promise me you won’t.” “I don’t need to promise. You are Lord Rahl. You can stop it, now. I am the Mother Confessor. We’ll do it together.” “You must do it, Kahlan. I can’t help you.” “But why not? You’ve returned. Everything will work out. We’ll think of
he shoved the first under the pot. Holding the second by the scruff of its neck, he held it before her face, letting her see it squirm and squeak. “See, Cara? As I promised you. Rats. Big rats.” Sweat beaded on her forehead. “I kind of like it. It feels fuzzy against my stomach. I may fall asleep.” He stuffed the second, and then a third under the pot. There was room for no more. He took the slack from the chain, and tightened the knot of links. “Fuzzy,” he mocked. “I think they will keep you
short, came closer. Kahlan saw that it was Shota, and her companion, Samuel. The witch woman, looking as stunning as ever, strode up onto the platform, her ageless almond eyes staying on Kahlan the whole time. Shota took up Kahlan’s hand. She kissed Kahlan’s cheek. “I have come to congratulate you. Mother Confessor, on your accomplishment, and on your marriage.” Throwing caution to the winds, Kahlan hugged the witch woman. “Thank you for coming, Shota.” Shota smiled, staring into Richard’s