Chainfire (Sword of Truth Series #9)

Chainfire (Sword of Truth Series #9)

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With Wizard's First Rule and seven subsequent masterpieces, Terry Goodkind has thrilled readers worldwide with the unique sweep of his storytelling. Now Goodkind returns with a new novel of Richard and Kahlan, the beginning of a sequence of three novels that will bring their epic story to its culmination.

After being gravely injured in battle, Richard

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With Wizard's First Rule and seven subsequent masterpieces, Terry Goodkind has thrilled readers worldwide with the unique sweep of his storytelling. Now Goodkind returns with a new novel of Richard and Kahlan, the beginning of a sequence of three novels that will bring their epic story to its culmination.

After being gravely injured in battle, Richard awakes to discover Kahlan missing. To his disbelief, no one remembers the woman he is frantically trying to find. Worse, no one believes that she really exists, or that he was ever married. Alone as never before, he must find the woman he loves more than life itself....if she is even still alive. If she was ever even real.



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With only one installment left until Terry Goodkind's mammoth Sword of Truth series concludes, the jaw-dropping revelations in Phantom -- the tenth novel in the epic fantasy and the second volume in the Chainfire trilogy -- sets the stage for an equally thrilling and bittersweet finale that readers have been anticipating for more than a decade. (The first volume of the Sword of Truth, Wizard's First Rule, was released in 1994.)

As the Seeker of Truth Richard Rahl continues to look for his wife, Kahlan, and somehow free her from the Chainfire spell -- which, in essence, has made her invisible to those around her and has erased her from the memories of everyone who knew her -- she is unwillingly traveling with three malevolent Sisters of the Dark en route to a destiny that has the potential "to unravel the world itself." On his quest, however, Richard is forced to accept some grim realizations: As he is chasing a phantom and trying to save one person, the rest of the world is descending into unimaginable horror. Emperor Jagang and the sadistic Imperial Order forces are on the verge of subjugating the entire New World and the powerful magic that once flowed across the realm has been tainted and is corrupting everything it comes in contact with. "It's as if all that was this world is passing into a realm of mere legend…"

One of the most ambitious fantasy sagas ever undertaken, Phantom includes bombshells that will have Sword of Truth fans practically climbing the walls in anticipation for the 11th and final volume. You want the Truth? You can't handle the Truth! Paul Goat Allen
Library Journal
The ninth book in the New York Times best-selling "Sword of Truth" series. Simultaneous release with Tor hardcover. Exclusive English-language world rights. One-day laydown: 1/4/05. Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
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“Wonderfully creative, seamless, and stirring.” —Kirkus on Wizard's First Rule

“Wonderful.” —Kliatt on Stone of Tears

“Each volume of the Sword of Truth . . . proves more difficult to review than the last. There are only so many ways of heaping praise on a series that gets better and better.” —SFX on Blood of the Fold

“. . . outstanding work . . . adrenaline and characters who actually behave like adults. Highly recommended.” —San Diego Union Tribune on Temple of the Winds

“...thoroughly enjoyable.” —VOYA on Soul of the Fire

“Mr. Goodkind's compelling prose weaves a magic spell over readers.” —Romantic Times on Faith of the Fallen

“Near-perfect pacing, well-realized settings, and superior descriptive narrative.” —VOYA on The Pillars of Creation

“Everything one could ask for in an epic fantasy.” —Publishers Weekly on Stone of Tears

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781429984409
Publisher:
Tom Doherty Associates
Publication date:
12/28/2010
Series:
Sword of Truth Series , #9
Sold by:
Macmillan
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
672
Sales rank:
17,920
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794 KB

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Chainfire


By Terry Goodkind, Patrick Nielsen Hayden

Tom Doherty Associates

Copyright © 2005 Terry Goodkind
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4299-8440-9


CHAPTER 1

"How much of this blood is his?" a woman asked.

"Most of it, I'm afraid," a second woman said as they both rushed along beside him.

As Richard fought to focus his mind on his need to remain conscious, the breathless voices sounded to him as if they were coming from some great dim distance. He wasn't sure who they were. He knew that he knew them, but right then it just didn't seem to matter.

The crushing pain in the left side of his chest and his need for air had him at the ragged edge of panic. It was all he could do to try to draw each crucial breath.

Even so, he had a bigger worry.

Richard struggled to put voice to his burning concern, but he couldn't form the words, couldn't get out any more than a gasping moan. He clutched the arm of the woman beside him, desperate to get them to stop, to get them to listen. She misunderstood and instead urged the men carrying him to hurry, even though they were already panting with the effort of bearing him over the rocky ground in the deep shade among the towering pines. They tried to be as gentle as possible, but they never dared to slow.

Not far off, a rooster crowed into the still air, as if this were an ordinary morning like any other.

Richard observed the storm of activity swirling around him with an odd sense of detachment. Only the pain seemed real. He remembered hearing it once said that when you died, no matter how many people were there with you, you died all alone. That's how he felt now — alone.

As they broke from the timber into a thinly wooded, rough field of clumped grass, Richard saw above the leafy limbs a leaden sky threatening to unleash torrents of rain. Rain was the last thing he needed. If only it would hold off.

As they raced along, the unpainted wooden walls of a small building came into view, followed by a twisting livestock fence weathered to a silver gray. Startled chickens squawked in fright as they scattered out of the way. Men shouted orders. Richard hardly noticed the ashen faces watching him being carried past as he stiffened himself against the dizzying pain of the rough journey. It felt as if he were being ripped apart.

The whole mob around him funneled through a narrow doorway and shuffled into the darkness beyond.

"Here," the first woman said. Richard was surprised to realize, then, that it was Nicci's voice. "Put him here, on the table. Hurry."

Richard heard tin cups clatter as someone swept them aside. Small items thunked to the ground and bounced across a dirt floor. The shutters banged back as they were flung open to let some of the flat light into the musty room.

It appeared to be a deserted farmhouse. The walls tilted at an odd angle as if the place were having difficulty standing, as if it might collapse at any moment. Without the people who had once made it home, given it life, it had the aura of a place waiting for death to settle in.

Men holding his legs and arms lifted him and then carefully set him down on the crudely hewn plank table. Richard wanted to hold his breath against the crushing agony radiating from the left side of his chest, but he desperately needed the breath that he couldn't seem to get.

He needed the breath in order to speak.

Lightning flashed. A moment later thunder rumbled heavily.

"Lucky we made it into shelter before the rain," one of the men said.

Nicci nodded absently as she leaned close, groping purposefully across Richard's chest. He cried out, arching his back against the heavy wooden tabletop, trying to twist away from her probing fingers. The other woman immediately pressed his shoulders down to keep him in place.

He tried to speak. He almost got the words out, but then he coughed up a mouthful of thick blood. He started choking as he tried to breathe.

The woman holding his shoulders turned his head aside. "Spit," she told him as she bent close.

The feeling of not being able to get any air brought a flash of hot fear. Richard did as she said. She swept her fingers through his mouth, working to clear an airway. With her help he finally managed to cough and spit out enough blood to be able to pull in some of the air he so desperately needed.

As Nicci's fingers probed the area around the arrow jutting from the left side of his chest, she cursed under her breath.

"Dear spirits," she murmured in soft prayer as she tore open his blood-soaked shirt, "let me be in time."

"I was afraid to pull out the arrow," the other woman said. "I didn't know what would happen — didn't know if I should — so I decided I'd better leave it and hope I could find you."

"Be thankful you didn't try," Nicci said, her hand slipping under Richard's back as he writhed in pain. "If you'd pulled it out he'd be dead by now."

"But you can heal him." It sounded more a plea than a question.

Nicci didn't answer.

"You can heal him." That time the words hissed out through gritted teeth.

At the tone of command born of frayed patience, Richard realized that it was Cara. He hadn't had time to tell her before the attack. Surely she would have to know. But if she knew, then why didn't she say? Why didn't she put him at ease?

"If it hadn't been for him, we'd have been taken by surprise," said a man standing off to the side. "He saved us all when he waylaid those soldiers sneaking up on us."

"You have to help him," another man insisted.

Nicci impatiently waved her arm. "All of you, get out. This place is small enough as it is. I can't afford the distraction right now. I need some quiet."

Lightning flashed again, as if the good spirits intended to deny her what she needed. Thunder boomed with a deep, resonant threat of the storm closing around them.

"You'll send Cara out when you know something?" one of the men asked.

"Yes, yes. Go."

"And make sure there aren't any more soldiers around to surprise us," Cara added. "Keep out of sight in case there are. We can't afford to be discovered here — not right now."

Men swore to do her bidding. Hazy light spilled across a dingy plastered wall when the door opened. As the men departed, their shadows ghosted through the patch of light, like the good spirits themselves abandoning him.

On his way by, one of the men briefly touched Richard's shoulder — an offer of comfort and courage. Richard vaguely recognized the face. He hadn't seen these men for quite a while. The thought occurred to him that this was no way to have a reunion. The light vanished as the men pulled the door closed behind themselves, leaving the room in the gloom of light coming from the single window.

"Nicci," Cara pressed in a low voice, "you can heal him?"

Richard had been on his way to meet up with Nicci when troops sent to put down the uprising against the brutal rule of the Imperial Order had accidentally come upon his secluded camp. His first thought, just before the soldiers had blundered upon him, had been that he had to find Nicci. A spark of hope flared down into the darkness of his frantic worry; Nicci could help him.

Now Richard needed to get her to listen.

As she leaned close, her hand sliding around under him, apparently trying to see how close the arrow came to penetrating all the way through his back, Richard managed to clutch her black dress at the shoulder. He saw that his hand glistened with blood. He felt more running back across his face when he coughed.

Her blue eyes turned to him. "Everything will be all right, Richard. Lie still." A skein of blond hair slipped forward over her other shoulder as he tried to pull her closer. "I'm here. Calm down. I won't leave you. Lie still. It's all right. I'm going to help you."

Despite how smoothly she covered it, panic lurked in her voice. Despite her reassuring smile, her eyes glistened with tears. He knew then that his wound might very well be beyond her ability to heal.

That only made it all the more important that he get her to listen.

Richard opened his mouth, trying to speak. He couldn't seem to get enough air. He shivered with cold, each breath a struggle that produced little more than a wet rattle. He couldn't die, not here, not now. Tears stung his eyes.

Nicci gently pressed him back down.

"Lord Rahl," Cara said, "lie still. Please." She took his hand from its hold on Nicci's dress and held it against herself in a tight grip. "Nicci will take care of you. You'll be fine. Just lie still and let her do what she needs to do to heal you."

Where Nicci's blond hair was loose and flowing, Cara's was woven into a single braid. Despite how concerned he knew her to be, Richard could see in Cara's posture only her powerful presence, and in her features and her iron blue eyes her strength of will. Right then, that strength, that self-assurance, was solid ground for him in the quicksand of terror.

"The arrow doesn't go all the way through," Nicci told Cara as she pulled her hand out from under his back.

"I told you so. He managed to at least deflect it with his sword. That's good, isn't it? It's better that it didn't pierce his back as well, isn't it?"

"No," Nicci said under her breath.

"No?" Cara leaned closer to Nicci. "But how can it be worse that it didn't rip through his back as well?"

Nicci glanced up at Cara. "It's a crossbow bolt. If it were sticking out his back, or close enough to need only to be pushed just a little more, we could break off the barbed head and pull the shaft back out."

She left unsaid what they would now have to do.

"His bleeding isn't as bad," Cara offered. "We've stopped that, at least."

"Maybe on the outside," Nicci said in a confidential tone. "But he is bleeding into his chest — blood is filling his left lung."

This time it was Cara who snatched a fistful of Nicci's dress. "But you're going to do something. You're going to —"

"Of course," Nicci growled as she pulled her shoulder free of Cara's grip.

Richard gasped in pain. The rising waters of panic threatened to overwhelm him.

Nicci laid her other hand on his chest to hold him still as well as to offer comfort.

"Cara," Nicci said, "why don't you wait outside with the others."

"That isn't going to happen. You'd best just get on with it."

Nicci appraised Cara's eyes briefly, then leaned in and again grasped the shaft jutting from Richard's chest. He felt the probing tingle of magic follow the course of the arrow down deep inside him. Richard recognized the unique feel of Nicci's power, much as he could recognize her singular silken voice.

He knew that there was no time to delay in what he had to do. Once she started, there was no telling how long it would be until he woke ... if he woke.

With all his effort, Richard lunged, seizing her dress at the collar. He pulled himself close to her face, pulled her down toward him so she could hear him.

He had to ask if they knew where Kahlan was. If they didn't, then he had to ask Nicci to help him find her.

The only thing he could get out was the single word.

"Kahlan," he whispered with all his strength.

"All right, Richard. All right." Nicci gripped his wrists and pulled his hands off her dress. "Listen to me." She pressed him back down against the table. "Listen. There's no time. You have to calm down. Be still. Just relax and let me do the work."

She brushed back his hair and laid a gentle, caring hand to his forehead as her other hand again grasped the cursed arrow.

Richard desperately struggled to say no, struggled to tell them that they needed to find Kahlan, but already the tingle of magic was intensifying into paralyzing pain.

Richard went rigid with the agony of the power lancing into his chest.

He could see Nicci and Cara's faces above him.

And then a deadly darkness ignited within the room.

He had been healed by Nicci before. Richard knew the feel of her power. This time, something was different. Dangerously different.

Cara gasped. "What are you doing!"

"What I must if I'm to save him. It's the only way."

"But you can't —"

"If you'd rather I let him slip into the arms of death, then say so. Otherwise, let me do as I must to keep him among us."

Cara studied Nicci's heated expression for only a moment before letting out a noisy breath and nodding.

Richard reached for Nicci's wrist, but Cara caught his first and pressed it back to the table. His fingers came to rest on the woven gold wire spelling out the word TRUTH on the hilt of his sword. He spoke Kahlan's name again, but this time no sound would cross his lips.

Cara frowned as she leaned toward Nicci. "Did you hear what it was he said?" "I don't know. Some name. Kahlan, I think."

Richard tried to cry "Yes," but it came out as little more than a hoarse moan.

"Kahlan?" Cara asked. "Who's Kahlan?"

"I have no idea," Nicci murmured as her concentration returned to the task at hand. "He's obviously in delirium from loss of blood."

Richard truly couldn't draw a breath against the pain that suddenly screamed through him.

Lightning flashed and thunder pealed again, this time unleashing a torrent of rain that began to drum against the roof.

Against his will, hazy darkness drew in around the faces.

Richard managed only to whisper Kahlan's name one last time before Nicci opened into him the full flood of magic.

The world dissolved into nothingness.

CHAPTER 2

The distant howl of a wolf woke Richard from a dead sleep. The forlorn cry echoed through the mountains, but went unanswered. Richard lay on his side, in the surreal light of false dawn, idly listening, waiting, for a return cry that never came.

Try as he might, he couldn't seem to open his eyes for longer than the span of a single, slow heartbeat, much less gather the energy to lift his head. Shadowy tree limbs appeared to move about in the murky darkness. It was odd that such an ordinary sound as the distant howl of a wolf should wake him.

He remembered that Cara had third watch. She would no doubt come to wake them soon enough. With great effort, he summoned the strength to roll over. He needed to touch Kahlan, to embrace her, to go back to sleep with her in his protective arms for a few more delicious minutes. His hand found only an expanse of empty ground.

Kahlan wasn't there.

Where was she? Where had she gone off to? Perhaps she'd awakened early and gone to talk to Cara.

Richard sat up. He instinctively checked to make sure that his sword was at hand. The reassuring feel of the polished scabbard and wire-wound hilt greeted his fingers. The sword lay on the ground beside him.

Richard heard the soft whisper of a slow, steady rain. He remembered that for some reason he needed it not to rain.

But if it was raining, then why didn't he feel it? Why was his face dry? Why was the ground dry?

He sat up rubbing his eyes, trying to get his bearings, trying to clear his foggy mind as he fought to herd together scattered thoughts. He peered into the darkness and realized that he wasn't outside. In the faint gray light of dawn coming in through a single small window he saw that he was in a derelict room. The place smelled of wet wood and damp decay. Dying embers glowed deep within the ash in a hearth set into a plastered wall rising up before him. A blackened wooden spoon hung to one side of the hearth, a mostly bald broom leaned against the other side, but other than that he saw no personal items to distinguish the people who lived there.

Daybreak looked to be still some time off. The incessant patter of the rain against the roof promised that there would be no sun this chilly and damp day. Besides dripping through several holes in the tattered roof, rain leaked in around the chimney, adding yet another layer of stain to the dingy plaster.

Seeing the plastered wall, the hearth, and the heavy plank table brought back spectral fragments of memories.

Driven by his need to know where Kahlan was, Richard staggered to his feet, clutching at the lingering pain in the left side of his chest with one hand and the edge of the table with his other.

At hearing him stand in the dimly lit room, Cara, leaning back in a chair not far away, shot to her feet. "Lord Rahl!"

He saw his sword lying on the table. But he had thought —

"Lord Rahl, you're awake!" In the somber light Richard could see that Cara looked exuberant. He also saw that she was wearing her red leather.

"A wolf howled and woke me."

Cara shook her head. "I've been sitting right there, awake, watching over you. No wolf howled. You must have dreamed it." Her smile returned. "You look better!"


(Continues...)

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Meet the Author

Terry Goodkind is a #1 New York Times bestselling author. His books include the eleven-volume Sword of Truth series, beginning with Wizard's First Rule, the basis for the television show Legend of the Seeker. Goodkind was born and raised in Omaha, Nebraska, where he also attended art school. Alongside a career in wildlife art, he has also been a cabinetmaker and a violin maker, and he has done restoration work on rare and exotic artifacts from around the world -- each with its own story to tell, he says. While continuing to maintain the northeastern home he built with his own hands, in recent years he and his wife Jeri have created a second home in the desert Southwest, where he now spends the majority of his time.


Terry Goodkind is a #1 New York Times bestselling author. His books include the eleven-volume Sword of Truth series, beginning with Wizard’s First Rule, the basis for the television show Legend of the Seeker. Goodkind was born and raised in Omaha, Nebraska, where he also attended art school. Alongside a career in wildlife art, he has also been a cabinetmaker and a violin maker, and he has done restoration work on rare and exotic artifacts from around the world -- each with its own story to tell, he says. While continuing to maintain the northeastern home he built with his own hands, in recent years he and his wife Jeri have created a second home in the desert Southwest, where he now spends the majority of his time.

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Chainfire (Sword of Truth Series #9) 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 304 reviews.
gr8skeptic1 More than 1 year ago
Having read the series from first book through the ninth book within the past 2 months, I found Goodkind's presentation in Chainfire extremely consistent within the context of the series and, as importantly, within the scope of the Wizard's Rules. Since each book reveals the next Rule, Goodkind has, in a wizard-like way, actually written the content of each book with the Rule in mind in regards to content and structure (e.g., Chainfire involves seeming contradictions when there can be no contradiction according to Rule 9). The brilliance of Goodkind will by-pass readers caught simply reading a good work.
Guest More than 1 year ago
well i'm fourteen and amazingly enough i absolutely love the sword of truth series. people call me a book worm but w/e this book was grrrreat! most of mr. gookind's books really had be flying through the pages, but this one not so much...i'm not going o go on about the bad points of it because there aren't many, i love the series and i highly recommend these books =] mr. goodkind also like big words which if you don't a an extensive vocabulary i think you might get lost in this series haha
BolivarJ More than 1 year ago
In "Naked Empire", The sisters of the dark used their ability to begin creating weapons out of people, as it had been done in the time of the great war. Unfortunately for Lord Rahl, that was only the beginning. Only Terry Goodkind knows how to start a book, The ninth installment of The Sword of Truth is no exception. In "Chainfire" Goodkind defies all odds against survival, Richard Rahl faces to lose the one thing he values the most. Life itself. With superb writing, Terry Goodkind presents a book where Lord Rahl, the true seeker must find the answers he seeks for, the books starts with Richard struggling to survive after he had been almost killed in battle, and progresses to the shocking plot of this trilogy and full circle of the series. A plot only Terry Goodkind could have written. "Prophecy has been awakened, all forks regarding "The Pebble in the Pond" are tangled in this mantic root. Goodkind takes and gives what readers have been wanting to read for a long time. If you are a true fan, read this installment at your own peril. Goodkind's portrait of magic and prophecy is disturbing, eloquent, and magnificent. " 'In the year of the cicadas, when the champion of Sacrifice and suffering, under the banner of both mankind and the Light, finally splits his swarm, thus shall be the sign that prophecy has been awakened and the final and deciding battle is upon us.'" Goodkind's Chainfire marks the return of Richard Rahl as the true seeker, the author takes the foundation from the first three installments to come full circle. A rich cast of characters along with Richard Rahl in an enchanting journey through the cities of Aydindril, The Old World, The People's Palace and a place in D'hara long forgotten known as the Deep Nothing. Terry Goodkind comes back full circle with "Chainfire", the beginning of the final battle, Prophecy, and destiny. Books of prophecy are discovered in catacombs known as central sites with knowledge of no existence to anybody. However; underneath those catacombs lies a hidden secret, something evil with the ability of the total destruction of life. In the " Pillars of Creation" Goodkind gave us a book without Richard and Kahlan, there was a reason for that. Chainfire starts the trilogy that would lead Richard Rahl to the final battle . Extremely disturbing in the sense that Goodkind doesn't hold anything back. I like the way he manages to bring old characters back from previous books. Shota's comeback is everything we should ask for. All those character readers wondered about, are coming back as the final trilogy starts. I like the fact that the author is very eloquent in writing Richard's journey, in creating the world of the sword of truth. With nine reviews written for this series, I will say that I have witnessed the enchanting world of the fantasy genre. The Sword of thruth has not had a slowdown since First Wizard's Rule. Goodkind creates great characters such as the Sisters of the Dark, Shota, Nicci, but most of all, he has given readers, Richard and Kahlan. Their lives have become part of all those of us, who enjoy reading, the ones that remember every rule and every book written before this one. Chainfire is simply irresistible, superb.
Xero_Rahl More than 1 year ago
From start to finish, Chainfire took me through an action thriller to which I had to keep reading to find out the clues to what happened and what will happen. Chainfire made me want to put this book at my highest priority just to get to the next chapter, and then the next, and then the next. The suspense was relieved at the exciting climax. I was literally that guy that was yelling at the book, trying to shout to the characters about whats going on. If you've read his other works, Terry Goodkind offers an excellent next chapter in his Sword of Truth series.
harstan More than 1 year ago
Hit by an Imperial Order soldier¿s arrow, Richard Lord Rahl nears death until Sorceress Nikki uses a ¿Subtractive Magic¿ spell to save his life. When Richard recovers he learns that his wife Kahlan is missing, but in spite of his insistence and need to find her, his companions insists that he has no spouse. The Subtractive Magic eliminated Kahlan from the minds of everyone except Richard. --- While Richard struggles with his personal dilemma, his enemy Emperor Jagjang has sent his armies to destroy cities previously liberated by Richard's forces. At the same time that the prophecy books that predict a Last Battle where only Richard might save the world, it now contains blank pages as if the future reality shifted because of the erasure of a pivotal item. Finally the Emperor has conjured up an invincible blood beast to destroy Richard. Using magic to try to locate Kahlan enables the beast to find him. Desperate for information, Richard visits a Witch Woman who gives him little information and after seeing his grandfather, he worries whether he has lost mind and consequently his way. --- CHAINFIRE is a terrific entry in the Sword of Truth series as Richard struggles with personal doubts and difficult selections involving Kahlan vs. saving lives that probably will die once he leaves them anyway. The story line is action-packed and filled with strong female warriors and a fabulous killing monster, but Richard and to a lesser degree the Emperor remains the center of the tale as their decisions impact often fatal others. Though some fans will balk at loose threads, epic fantasy readers especially of the long running saga will appreciate this fine entry that showcases how multifarious ethical principles truly are.--- Harriet Klausner
stvcti More than 1 year ago
I am nearly completed reading the last book in the series (i.e., Confessor) and have enjoyed Terry's writing style, creativity and overall saga throughout. The plot is often complex, based on values of integrity, empathy, honesty, good versus evil, etc. The characters and their association with the plot are well developed. However, the author sometimes spends too much time rehashing philosophical differences, between the two factions, albeit key to the plot, which is sometimes frustrating. Additionally, past events are sometimes regurgitated in subsequent volumes in a seeming effort to educate new readers who omitted previous books. Lastly, in several volumes, the author seemed to rush the conflict resolution after spending a great deal of time developing the contention and situation. Overall, when compared to other works in this genre, this series is a great read.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Five of the first six books (except book 5, Soul of the Fire I think it was called) were between good and excellent. Book 6, Faith of the Fallen was TG's last hurrah- a very good work. But after that.. and especially Chainfire.. don't waste time or money. Just garbage.
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Kelley_Bean More than 1 year ago
Made me sad but I Loved it, Love Richard and Kahlan
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Back to what works
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