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Faith of the Fallen (Sword of Truth Series #6)

Faith of the Fallen (Sword of Truth Series #6)

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by Terry Goodkind

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Terry Goodkind author of the enormously popular Sword of Truth novels, has forged perhaps his best novel yet, pitting Richard Rahl and Kahlan Amnell against threats to the freedom of the world that will take them to opposite ends of the world to defeat the forces of chaos and anarchy.

Emperor Jagang is rising once again in the Old World and Richard must face


Terry Goodkind author of the enormously popular Sword of Truth novels, has forged perhaps his best novel yet, pitting Richard Rahl and Kahlan Amnell against threats to the freedom of the world that will take them to opposite ends of the world to defeat the forces of chaos and anarchy.

Emperor Jagang is rising once again in the Old World and Richard must face him, on his own turf. Richard heads into the Old World with Cara, the Mord-Sith, while his beloved Kahlan remains behind. Unwilling to heed an ancient prophecy, Kahlan raises an army and goes into battle against forces threatening armed insurrection in the Midlands.

Separated and fighting for their lives, Richard and Kahlan will be tested to the utmost.

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Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Sequel to Soul of the Fire in Goodkind's popular Sword of Truth series, this extended barrage of sword-swinging fantasy pits the New World's Seeker of Truth, Richard Rahl, and his wife, Mother Confessor Kahlen Amnell, against the lethal totalitarian forces of the Imperial Order under Jangang "the Just" and his gorgeous masochistic minion Nicci, aka Death's Mistress, a dreaded Sister of the Dark. After Richard helps a desperately wounded Kahlen heal in a mountain hideaway guarded by their ill-tempered blonde bombshell bodyguard, Cara, Nicci ensorcels Kahlen and forces Richard to abandon her for inhuman bondage in the Order-dominated Old World. Kahlen defies Richard's prophecy that arms alone will never defeat the Order. She takes command of the D'Haran army, hopelessly outnumbered against Jagang's black-magicked hordes who are invading the New World. Untangling all this gives Goodkind an ample canvas for enough disemboweling, spit roasting and miscellaneous mutilating of men, women and children to out-Sade the infamous marquis. His fans--and they are legion--will revel in vicarious berserker battle scenes and agonize deliciously as Richard, reduced to slavery by Nicci, toils to establish a bastion of capitalism in the cold gray heart of the Stalinesque Old World. All the ponderous sound and fury of Goodkind's attack on socialist-style do-gooders who are destroying the world, however, founders in a welter of improbable coincidences, heavy-handed humor and a disconcerting dependence on misusing the verb "smirk." For sheer volume of its Technicolor bloodbaths and its bathetic propagandistic bombast, this installment of Goodkind's fantasy saga makes an indelible impact; anyone who yearns for Goodkind is going to be in high clover. $250,000 ad/promo. (Aug.) Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.
Romantic Times
Once again Mr. Goodkind catches up in a cleverly plotted adventure in which the magic is fresh and characterization is both subtle and impressive.
From the Publisher
“Notable for its engaging secondary characters, the novel also evinces flashes of sly wit, as when an evil Chime takes the form of a menacing chicken. ...Goodkind's ingenious world-building will keep readers captivated by the latest installment of his bestselling Sword of Truth series.” —Publishers Weekly

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Faith of the Fallen

By Terry Goodkind, James Frenkel

Tom Doherty Associates

Copyright © 2000 Terry Goodkind
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ISBN: 978-1-4299-8448-5


She didn't remember dying.

With an obscure sense of apprehension, she wondered if the distant angry voices drifting in to her meant she was again about to experience that transcendent ending: death.

There was absolutely nothing she could do about it if she was.

While she didn't remember dying, she dimly recalled, at some later point, solemn whispers saying that she had, saying that death had taken her, but that he had pressed his mouth over hers and filled her stilled lungs with his breath, his life, and in so doing had rekindled hers. She had had no idea who it was that spoke of such an inconceivable feat, or who "he" was.

That first night, when she had perceived the distant, disembodied voices as little more than a vague notion, she had grasped that there were people around her who didn't believe, even though she was again living, that she would remain alive through the rest of the night. But now she knew she had; she had remained alive many more nights, perhaps in answer to desperate prayers and earnest oaths whispered over her that first night.

But if she didn't remember the dying, she remembered the pain before passing into that great oblivion. The pain, she never forgot. She remembered fighting alone and savagely against all those men, men baring their teeth like a pack of wild hounds with a hare. She remembered the rain of brutal blows driving her to the ground, heavy boots slamming into her once she was there, and the sharp snap of bones. She remembered the blood, so much blood, on their fists, on their boots. She remembered the searing terror of having no breath to gasp at the agony, no breath to cry out against the crushing weight of hurt.

Sometime after—whether hours or days, she didn't know—when she was lying under clean sheets in an unfamiliar bed and had looked up into his gray eyes, she knew that, for some, the world reserved pain worse than she had suffered.

She didn't know his name. The profound anguish so apparent in his eyes told her beyond doubt that she should have. More than her own name, more than life itself, she knew she should have known his name, but she didn't. Nothing had ever shamed her more.

Thereafter, whenever her own eyes were closed, she saw his, saw not only the helpless suffering in them but also the light of such fierce hope as could only be kindled by righteous love. Somewhere, even in the worst of the darkness blanketing her mind, she refused to let the light in his eyes be extinguished by her failure to will herself to live.

At some point, she remembered his name. Most of the time, she remembered it. Sometimes, she didn't. Sometimes, when pain smothered her, she forgot even her own name.

Now, as Kahlan heard men growling his name, she knew it, she knew him. With tenacious resolution she clung to that name—Richard—and to her memory of him, of who he was, of everything he meant to her.

Even later, when people had feared she would yet die, she knew she would live. She had to, for Richard, her husband. For the child she carried in her womb. His child. Their child.

The sounds of angry men calling Richard by name at last tugged Kahlan's eyes open. She squinted against the agony that had been tempered, if not banished, while in the cocoon of sleep. She was greeted by a blush of amber light filling the small room around her. Since the light wasn't bright, she reasoned that there must be a covering over a window muting the sunlight, or maybe it was dusk. Whenever she woke, as now, she not only had no sense of time, but no sense of how long she had been asleep.

She worked her tongue against the pasty dryness in her mouth. Her body felt leaden with the thick, lingering slumber. She was as nauseated as the time when she was little and had eaten three candy green apples before a boat journey on a hot, windy day. It was hot like that now: summer hot. She struggled to rouse herself fully, but her awaking awareness seemed adrift, bobbing in a vast shadowy sea. Her stomach roiled. She suddenly had to put all her mental effort into not throwing up. She knew all too well that in her present condition, few things hurt more than vomiting. Her eyelids sagged closed again, and she foundered to a place darker yet.

She caught herself, forced her thoughts to the surface, and willed her eyes open again. She remembered: they gave her herbs to dull the pain and to help her sleep. Richard knew a good deal about herbs. At least the herbs helped her drift into stuporous sleep. The pain, if not as sharp, still found her there.

Slowly, carefully, so as not to twist what felt like double-edged daggers skewered here and there between her ribs, she drew a deeper breath. The fragrance of balsam and pine filled her lungs, helping to settle her stomach. It was not the aroma of trees among other smells in the forest, among damp dirt and toadstools and cinnamon ferns, but the redolence of trees freshly felled and limbed. She concentrated on focusing her sight and saw beyond the foot of the bed a wall of pale, newly peeled timber, here and there oozing sap from fresh axe cuts. The wood looked to have been split and hewn in haste, yet its tight fit betrayed a precision only knowledge and experience could bestow.

The room was tiny; in the Confessors' Palace, where she had grown up, a room this small would not have qualified as a closet for linens. Moreover, it would have been stone, if not marble. She liked the tiny wooden room; she expected that Richard had built it to protect her. It felt almost like his sheltering arms around her. Marble, with its aloof dignity, never comforted her in that way.

Beyond the foot of the bed, she spotted a carving of a bird in flight. It had been sculpted with a few sure strokes of a knife into a log of the wall on a flat spot only a little bigger than her hand. Richard had given her something to look at. On occasion, sitting around a campfire, she had watched him casually carve a face or an animal from a scrap of wood. The bird, soaring on wings spread wide as it watched over her, conveyed a sense of freedom.

Turning her eyes to the right, she saw a brown wool blanket hanging over the doorway. From beyond the doorway came fragments of angry, threatening voices.

"It's not by our choice, Richard.... We have our own families to think about ... wives and children ..."

Wanting to know what was going on, Kahlan tried to push herself up onto her left elbow. Somehow, her arm didn't work the way she had expected it to. Like a bolt of lightning, pain blasted up the marrow of her bone and exploded through her shoulder.

Gasping against the racking agony of attempted movement, she dropped back before she had managed to lift her shoulder an inch off the bed. Her panting twisted the daggers piercing her sides. She had to will herself to slow her breathing in order to get the stabbing pain under control. As the worst of the torment in her arm and the stitches in her ribs eased, she finally let out a soft moan.

With calculated calm, she gazed down the length of her left arm. The arm was splinted. As soon as she saw it, she remembered that of course it was. She reproached herself for not thinking of it before she had tried to put weight on it. The herbs, she knew, were making her thinking fuzzy. Fearing to make another careless movement, and since she couldn't sit up, she focused her effort on forcing clarity into her mind.

She cautiously reached up with her right hand and wiped her fingers across the bloom of sweat on her brow, sweat sown by the flash of pain. Her right shoulder socket hurt, but it worked well enough. She was pleased by that triumph, at least. She touched her puffy eyes, understanding then why it had hurt to look toward the door. Gingerly, her fingers explored a foreign landscape of swollen flesh. Her imagination colored it a ghastly black-and-blue. When her fingers brushed cuts on her cheek, hot embers seemed to sear raw, exposed nerves.

She needed no mirror to know she was a terrible sight. She knew, too, how bad it was whenever she looked up into Richard's eyes. She wished she could look good for him if for no other reason than to lift the suffering from his eyes. Reading her thoughts, he would say, "I'm fine. Stop worrying about me and put your mind to getting better."

With a bittersweet longing, Kahlan recalled lying with Richard, their limbs tangled in delicious exhaustion, his skin hot against hers, his big hand resting on her belly as they caught their breath. It was agony wanting to hold him in her arms again and being unable to do so. She reminded herself that it was only a matter of some time and some healing. They were together and that was what mattered. His mere presence was a restorative.

She heard Richard, beyond the blanket over the door, speaking in a tightly controlled voice, stressing his words as if each had cost him a fortune. "We just need some time ..."

The men's voices were heated and insistent as they all began talking at once. "It's not because we want to—you should know that, Richard, you know us.... What if it brings trouble here? ... We've heard about the fighting. You said yourself she's from the Midlands. We can't allow ... we won't ..."

Kahlan listened, expecting the sound of his sword being drawn. Richard had nearly infinite patience, but little tolerance. Cara, his bodyguard, their friend, was no doubt out there, too; Cara had neither patience nor tolerance.

Instead of drawing his sword, Richard said, "I'm not asking anyone to give me anything. I want only to be left alone in a peaceful place where I can care for her. I wanted to be close to Hartland in case she needed something." He paused. "Please ... just until she has a chance to get better."

Kahlan wanted to scream at him: No! Don't you dare beg them, Richard! They have no right to make you beg. They've no right! They could never understand the sacrifices you've made.

But she could do little more than whisper his name in sorrow.

"Don't test us.... We'll burn you out if we have to! You can't fight us all—we have right on our side."

The men ranted and swore dark oaths. She expected, now, at last, to hear the sound of his sword being drawn. Instead, in a calm voice, Richard answered the men in words Kahlan couldn't quite make out. A dreadful quiet settled in.

"It's not because we like doing this, Richard," someone finally said in a sheepish voice. "We've no choice. We've got to consider our own families and everyone else."

Another man spoke out with righteous indignation. "Besides, you seem to have gotten all high-and-mighty of a sudden, with your fancy clothes and sword, not like you used to be, back when you were a woods guide."

"That's right," said another. "Just because you went off and saw some of the world, that don't mean you can come back here thinking you're better than us."

"I've overstepped what you have all decided is my proper place," Richard said. "Is this what you mean to say?"

"You turned your back on your community, on your roots, as I see it; you think our women aren't good enough for the great Richard Cypher. No, he had to marry some woman from away. Then you come back here and think to flaunt yourselves over us."

"How? By doing what? Marrying the woman I love? This, you see as vain? This nullifies my right to live in peace? And takes away her right to heal, to get well and live?"

These men knew him as Richard Cypher, a simple woods guide, not as the person he had discovered he was in truth, and who he had become. He was the same man as before, but in so many ways, they had never known him.

"You ought to be on your knees praying for the Creator to heal your wife," another man put in. "All of mankind is a wretched and undeserving lot. You ought to pray and ask the Creator's forgiveness for your evil deeds and sinfulness—that's what brought your troubles on you and your woman. Instead, you want to bring your troubles among honest working folks. You've no right to try to force your sinful troubles on us. That's not what the Creator wants. You should be thinking of us. The Creator wants you to be humble and to help others—that's why He struck her down: to teach you both a lesson."

"Did he tell you this, Albert?" Richard asked. "Does this Creator of yours come to talk with you about his intentions and confide in you his wishes?"

"He talks to anyone who has the proper modest attitude to listen to Him," Albert fumed.

"Besides," another man spoke up, "this Imperial Order you warn about has some good things to be said for it. If you weren't so bullheaded, Richard, you'd see that. There's nothing wrong with wanting to see everyone treated decent. It's only being fair minded. It's only right. Those are the Creator's wishes, you've got to admit, and that's what the Imperial Order teaches, too. If you can't see that much good in the Order—well then, you'd best be gone, and soon."

Kahlan held her breath.

In an ominous tone of voice, Richard said, "So be it."

These were men Richard knew; he had addressed them by name and reminded them of years and deeds shared. He had been patient with them. Patience finally exhausted, he had reached intolerance.

Horses snorted and stomped, their leather tack creaking, as the men mounted up. "In the morning we'll be back to burn this place down. We'd better not catch you or yours anywhere near here, or you'll burn with it." After a few last curses, the men raced away. The sound of departing hooves hammering the ground rumbled through Kahlan's back. Even that hurt.

She smiled a small smile for Richard, even if he couldn't see it. She wished only that he had not begged on her behalf; he would never, she knew, have begged for anything for himself.

Light splashed across the wall as the blanket over the doorway was thrown back. By the direction and quality of the light, Kahlan guessed it had to be somewhere in the middle of a thinly overcast day. Richard appeared beside her, his tall form towering over her, throwing a slash of shadow across her middle.

He wore a black, sleeveless undershirt, without his shirt or magnificent gold and black tunic, leaving his muscular arms bare. At his left hip, the side toward her, a flash of light glinted off the pommel of his singular sword. His broad shoulders made the room seem even smaller than it had been only a moment before. His cleanshaven face, his strong jaw, and the crisp line of his mouth perfectly complemented his powerful form. His hair, a color somewhere between blond and brown, brushed the nape of his neck. But it was the intelligence so clearly evident in those penetrating gray eyes of his that from the first had riveted her attention.

"Richard," Kahlan whispered, "I won't have you begging on my account."

The corners of his mouth tightened with the hint of a smile. "If I want to beg, I shall do so." He pulled her blanket up a little, making sure she was snugly covered, even though she was sweating. "I didn't know you were awake."

"How long have I been asleep?"

"A while."

She figured it must have been quite a while. She didn't remember arriving at this place, or him building the house that now stood around her.

Kahlan felt more like a person in her eighties than one in her twenties. She had never been hurt before, not grievously hurt, anyway, not to the point of being on the cusp of death and utterly helpless for so long. She hated it, and she hated that she couldn't do the simplest things for herself. Most of the time she detested that more than the pain.

She was stunned to understand so unexpectedly and so completely life's frailty, her own frailty, her own mortality. She had risked her life in the past and had been in danger many times, but looking back she didn't know if she had ever truly believed that something like this could happen to her. Confronting the reality of it was crushing.

Something inside seemed to have broken that night—some idea of herself, some confidence. She could so easily have died. Their baby could have died before it even had a chance to live.

"You're getting better," Richard said, as if in answer to her thoughts. "I'm not just saying that. I can see that you're healing."


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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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Faith of the Fallen (Sword of Truth Series #6) 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 426 reviews.
LadyJai More than 1 year ago
Faith of the Fallen is a wonderful example of explaining Marxism in terms anyone can understand. It should be mandatory reading for all US History and English classes. It takes you on a progressive journey of one individual, Nicci, and how she became the way she was, believing what she believed, and eventually realizing the truth in all of what she had done. It also takes you on a journey into seeing exactly how something so small as doing something "for the good of all people" turns into the majority barely surviving in a slavery type of life, no joy, no dreams, no wish to better themselves, only expecting those in power, or those who have more than "their fair share" to take care of those "less fortunate". This book is a journey of those who feel there is more to all this and their efforts to "rise up and live their own life". The only thing I felt cheated out of was the fact that Nicci's own journey to find this out was too gradual and her eventual epiphany was nearly anti-climactic and did not include the most important element of "self-sacrifice" to feel her own "self-worth". I did, however, understand that because it was a gradual journey for her, she came to her own conclusions in the end and didn't need someone else to show her the way. So, that, in itself, was a redeeming quality.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Book #6 in the Sword of Truth series. This is one of the great inspiring stories of, hence the title, faith. Not necessarily in any deity, but faith in yourself to stand firm in difficult times. Faith in your fellow man to fight beside you for what is just. This book takes you on the usual roller-coaster ride of emotions. Definitely one of the great memorable books in the series.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have read all of the books containing the name Rahl and this is the one that sticks out the most. The triumphs and struggles seem to hit me the hardest. Maybe it was where I was at when I read the books but I doubt it. Give it a read and you wont be dissapointed.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This might be kind of an editorial review, but hear me out. The messages in this book are invaluable. In this book (as well as some of the later novels) give a very vivid view on Goodkind's philosophy on life. If you're one who sets this book, or any of SoT, down because you grow tired of the messages relating to politics, life, good vs. evil, or sense of individuality, you have major issues. As Goodkind descibes some of the back histories of people like Nicci or Richard or anyone else in this book, he is silently illustrating the forms of life that we can all relate to. If I was a school superintendent, i would irrevocably reccomend this book to students and have them see in depth the messages of Terry Goodkind and how he reminds readers of the simplicity and beauty of life. As Richard says, "Your life is yours and yours alone. Rise up and live it."
Kaitlyn MacAuley More than 1 year ago
This is one of my favorite books in the series. The plot is thrilling and it left me dying to read more. Nicci's story line is so moving and I love the story arch for Cara and Kahlan.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This has been my favorite in the series so far. After being slightly disappointed with Soul of The Fire this book made up for it and more. I couldn't hardly make myself put my NOOK down to stop reading!
drbingles More than 1 year ago
I was very disappointed with book number 5, it was essentially pointless and could have been a third of the length. I said to myself "if the 6th isn't any better I'm going to end it here and enjoy what I've read", and I'm glad I kept reading. Terry brings it back with faith of the fallen, giving you what you loved in the other novels. I think it's a great read, new storyline to follow and some fantastic developments. You laugh and cry with the characters and yearn for #7.
BolivarJ More than 1 year ago
" Faith of the Fallen" is another beautiful and crafted odyssey. Goodkind's best interpretation through the lives of Richard, Kahlan and Nicci. A profound portrait to the best and the worst in humanity. The quest to find a sense of wonder, the true meaning in life, and a testament of nobility's triumph over evil. Having extinguished the chimes back to the underworld, and after an astonishing ending in " Soul of the Fire", Lord Rahl takes his beloved Mother Confessor back where everything started. Hartland. However; marked by previous events in Anderith and the Old world, Richard and Kahlan are about to find out that life's fate and redemption sometimes come in the form of evil. A glimpse of nobility, faith and the fervent meaning of life. In the Sixth installment of the Sword of Truth,In the search of the true meaning of her existence, Nicci, a sister of the dark takes Richard prisoner, leaving Kahlan behind in the hands of the imperial order. Goodkind takes readers back to Westland, Hartland, the home of Richard Cypher, and into the heart and soul of the Old World: Altur'Rang. Jagang's Homeland. "Faith of the Fallen" Becomes a fascinating journey featuring some of the best characters in the series and a heartbreaking goodbye to a favorite one. Goodkind's " Faith of the Fallen" is yet the best and most powerful installment in the series. It took "Stone of Tears" and "Blood of the Fold" for nicci's character to take a life of its own. The greatest character in the series besides Richard And Kahlan. Nicci's quest to find her true meaning of existence. Imagine you could write a book about peoples journey through life, where you put your heart and soul on your beliefs, and embrace them as they come. Through Nicci's life, Goodkind has done it. "Faith of the Fallen" becomes a heartfelt story, with a bittersweet ending, and as is usual of Goodkind's style, it does not fall short graphically as he describes all the mayhem left by the war between Jagang's and the D'haran army. Goodkind is great developing characters and setting up the story. It is amazing how complicated the book seems at the beginning with so much going on, but the author unfolds the story in a way that is not just spellbinding, but has a mystique about it. Goodkind's "Faith of the fallen" establishes time and time again his excellence and gift beyond any measure.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I started reading the sword of truth series after i got hooked to the tv show based on it, the legend of the seeker. While there are some differences, i have fallen in love with the books. The characters are elaborate and powerful. I have enjoyed every book in the series and plan on keep reading. The only problem is that every book does involve Richard somehow being the only one who can save the day, and after six books that does get a little old. But once you look past that small detail, it is an amazing book series!!!!!! I would recommend that anyone who likes magic, strong female leads, romantic storries, and powerful villains should read this series!
Denna More than 1 year ago
Terry Goodkind has once again added to (my opinion) the best fiction series I have read. The Seeker of Truth has once again gone on a journey to save the ones he loves. This book has been the best one in the series. Beautifuly written and plotted, Goodkind had me on the edge of my seat the entire time reading his wonderful novel. I hope all you readers that read this book will enjoy it. Thank you.
Invictus_HR More than 1 year ago
I have followed the works of Terry Goodkind since 96' and this novel really hit me. Being a Director of Human Resources and a young middle aged man, I found myself easily captured by the storyline and the trial and tribulations that are incountered. This work ranks with the original novel which i've read 16 times over the course of a decade. I hope you find this book as enjoyable as I have and perhaps willing to be inspired to wear the sense and reasoning behind the story in your life.
TW1 More than 1 year ago
If you've started on the Sword of Truth series, you'll know how well Terry Goodkind portrays his characters. This book blew me away! While there wasn't a whole lot of action/adventuring, the character development and overall storyline will keep you turning the pages. "The Faith of the Fallen" has to be my favorite of the "Sword of Truth" series, if not my all time favorite book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
So far this is my favorite in the entire series (a close second being Temple of the Winds). Kahlan is by far the greatest character in the story. My only issue is how her and Richard keep being torn away from one another to be tested by life and then thrown back together at the very end of the book (I am in awe of their love and commitment to each other). I love Cara too. The women in this series are tough as hell and I love it! I have not stopped reading except to work and sleep. I can't wait till Confessor.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I have just finished reading this book of the series and I have to say I'm addicted. I read the first two books in middle school and just rediscovered them recently but haven't been able to put them down since. The characters are detailed and realistic and the attention to detail is incredible. Something mentioned two books before might just happen. I find my emotions getting caught up as I read as well which is one way I can tell when I've found a really good book.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I honestly don't understand how people are saying such horrible things about this book. Faith of the Fallen is by far my favorite book of all time, and I have read many, many books. The action, romance, philosophy, writing style, and character development are some of the best I have ever encountered, and this book has legitimately changed the way I view the world. Unbelievable book, unbelievable series. Terry Goodkind is truly one of the most brilliant writers of the day.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Absolutly my favorate of the entire Sword of Truth series. From the early discriptions of the small cabin in the snowy mountains, to the city of Altur'Rang, to the battlefield, Terry Goodkind gives amazing imagery of not only the place, but the feel of the life in it. Faith of the Fallen seemed to hold everything one could want in terms of a great balance of philosophy and action.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Goodkind takes the reader for an amazing ride.He makes you hate the villans and by the end come to an amazing understanding of why they are the way they are. This book will make you cry for the characters and what they go through and then smile when the bad guys get completely STOMPED! The war rages on and leaves you hanging onto your seat for the next book. To even think you could give this book a bad review is uncomprehendable! I think the whole series has made me look at life differently because of the way Goodkind makes the characters see things in different ways. Regardless, the whole Sword of Truth series takes the reader on a rollercoaster ride of emotions that you'll want to experience again and again!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I fell in love with the Sword of Truth series at book one, and I think this book is the best yet! I started to lose interest with the last book, but Faith of the Fallen brought it all back. The story is a bit different from the previous ones, but it's different in a way that keeps things fresh. You get to see a different side to Richard.
Guest More than 1 year ago
In my humble opinion, Terry Goodkind's greatest work was by far his first two novels, and to tell you the truth, after I finished Soul of the Fire I was ready to give up on the author. But I gave him one more shot and boy, am I glad I did! This novel starts out very full of suspense as you wonder how Richard is going to get out of his predicament with Nicci, and after she takes him down to the Old World it seems like all hope is lost. But he is far more resourceful than even she can imagine, demonstrating how one can make an honest living without cheating people while at the same time lighting the fires of revolution in the very heart of the Imperial Order. Though many reviewers have said that the economic systen in the Old World is a Socialism, various parts of it reek of something even worse: Communism. This is shown by the fact that the government basically picks your job for you and because of the way the wealth is distributed, with govenment officials making more money and having a better standard of living than the common folk. Richard's battle against the evil morals of those who follow the Order is truly symbolic of the classical battle of Good-vs-Evil, and the message at the end is very powerful, and very true.
Guest More than 1 year ago
It is utterly astonishing how Terry Goodkind can release so many 700 to 800 page books while keeping them extraordinarily adicting. At 15 years old, I read the entire Sword of Truth series(up through Naked Empire) in less than 2 weeks. Rarely did I get any more than 6 hours of sleep each night (not even when school awaited me in the morning) since I was so caught up in his books. They are amazing and end up teaching you a strong moral principle at the same time. In a way I guess he could almost be called a Philosopher(as many have already done). You have got to read these books! Good Vs.Evil Characters with strong moral principles and Villains you'll never forgive or forget!!! CAN IT GET ANY BETTER!!! THE ANSWER IS NO!
Guest More than 1 year ago
this is another great book in the best series ever written
Guest More than 1 year ago
Goodkind has the talent to make you feel as if you are actually there in the story with the characters. All the hardship that the characters experiance, you experiance as well.
Guest More than 1 year ago
The first two books of SoT were by far the best of the series, until, this book! This book had the feel of book two(which I loved), while still maintaning its own identity. This book has a strong political message againest Socialism, which I presonally thought added a lot of depth to the story. Nicci was a constant enigma and I thought her character was really unique. Another great aspect of this book was that you learn a lot more about The Order. The lines between the 'good guys' and the 'bad guys' aren't as distinct as you might think. All in all, if you like the SoT series thus far, then pick it up. I personally can't wait to get my hands on the next book, yet I don't want it to end. I could read these books forever. If anyone ever wants to discuss the books, Email me. I love to talk about the SoT books.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This title was amazing, Terry has done it again.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I think that he did a wonderful job of looking at the extremes of bowing to the latest cultural fad of being overly helpful to those in need and shows what the effect would be if it were taken to its fullest extent. I cannot wait to read the next in the series.