Faith of the Fallen (Sword of Truth Series #6) [NOOK Book]


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, ...
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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 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.
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"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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  • ISBN-13: 9781429984485
  • Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
  • Publication date: 12/14/2010
  • Series: Sword of Truth Series , #6
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 544
  • Sales rank: 14,173
  • File size: 989 KB

Meet the Author

Terry Goodkind

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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Chapter 1

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 clean-shaven 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."
She gazed into his eyes, summoning the courage to finally ask, "How do they know about the Order way up here?"
"People fleeing the fighting have been up this way. Men spreading the doctrine of the Imperial Order have been even here, to where I grew up. Their words can sound good--almost make sense--if you don't think, if you just feel. Truth doesn't seem to count for much," He added in afterthought. He answered the unspoken question in her eyes. "The men from the Order are gone. The fools out there were just spouting things they've heard, that's all."
"But they intend us to leave. They sound like men who keep the oaths they've sworn."
He nodded, but then some of his smile returned. "Do you know that we're very close to where I first met you, last autumn? Do you remember?"
"How could I ever forget the day I met you?"
"Our lives were in jeopardy back then and we had to leave here. I've never regretted it. It was the start of my life with you. As long as we're together, nothing else really matters."
Cara swept in through the doorway and came to a halt beside Richard, adding her shadow to his across the blue cotton blanket that covered Kahlan to her armpits. Sheathed in skintight red leather, Cara's body had the sleek grace of a falcon: commanding, swift, and deadly. Mord-Sith always wore their red leather when they believed there was going to be trouble. Cara's long blond hair, swept back into a single thick braid, was another mark of her profession of Mord-Sith, member of an elite corps of guards to the Lord Rahl himself.
Richard had, after a fashion, inherited the Mord-Sith when he inherited the rule of D'Hara, a place he grew up never knowing. Command was not something he had sought; nonetheless it had fallen to him. Now a great many people depended on him. The entire New World--Westland, the Midlands, and D'Hara--depended on him.
"How do you feel?" Cara asked with sincere concern.
Kahlan was able to summon little more voice than a hoarse whisper. "I'm better."
"Well, if you feel better," Cara growled, "then tell Lord Rahl that he should allow me to do my job and put the proper respect into men like that." Her menacing blue eyes turned for a moment toward the spot where the men had been while delivering their threats. "The ones I leave alive, anyway."
"Cara, use your head," Richard said. "We can't turn this place into a fortress and protect ourselves every hour of every day. Those men are afraid. No matter how wrong they are, they view us as a danger to their lives and the lives of their families. We know better than to fight a senseless battle when we can avoid it."
"But Richard," Kahlan said, lifting her right hand in a weak gesture toward the wall before her, "you've built this--"
"Only this room. I wanted a shelter for you first. It didn't take that long--just some trees cut and split. We've not built the rest of it yet. It's not worth shedding blood over."
If Richard seemed calm, Cara looked ready to chew steel and spit nails. "Would you tell this obstinate husband of yours to let me kill someone before I go crazy? I can't just stand around and allow people to get away with threatening the two of you! I am Mord-Sith!"
Cara took her job of protecting Richard--the Lord Rahl of D'Hara--and Kahlan very seriously. Where Richard's life was concerned, Cara was perfectly willing to kill first and decide later if it had been necessary. That was one of the things for which Richard had no tolerance.
Kahlan's only answer was a smile.
"Mother Confessor, you can't allow Lord Rahl to bow to the will of foolish men like those. Tell him."
Kahlan could probably count on the fingers of one hand the people who, in her whole life, had ever addressed her by the name "Kahlan" without at minimum the appellation "Confessor" before it. She had heard her ultimate title--Mother Confessor--spoken countless times, in tones ranging from awed reverence to shuddering fear. Many people, as they knelt before her, were incapable of even whispering through trembling lips the two words of her title. Others, when alone, whispered them with lethal intent.
Kahlan had been named Mother Confessor while still in her early twenties--the youngest Confessor ever named to that powerful position. But that was several years past. Now, she was the only living Confessor left.
Kahlan had always endured the title, the bowing and kneeling, the reverence, the awe, the fear, and the murderous intentions, because she had no choice. But more than that, she was the Mother Confessor--by succession and selection, by right, by oath, and by duty.
Cara always addressed Kahlan as "Mother Confessor." But from Cara's lips the words were subtly different than from any others. It was almost a challenge, a defiance by scrupulous compliance, but with a hint of an affectionate smirk. Coming from Cara, Kahlan didn't hear "Mother Confessor" so much as she heard "Sister." Cara was from the distant land of D'Hara. No one, anywhere, outranked Cara, as far as Cara was concerned, except the Lord Rahl. The most she would allow was that Kahlan could be her equal in duty to Richard. Being considered an equal by Cara, though, was high praise indeed.
When Cara addressed Richard as Lord Rahl, however, she was not saying "Brother." She was saying precisely what she meant: Lord Rahl.
To the men with the angry voices, the Lord Rahl was as foreign a concept as was the distant land of D'Hara. Kahlan was from the Midlands that separated D'Hara from Westland. The people here in Westland knew nothing of the Midlands or the Mother Confessor. For decades, the three parts of the New World had been separated by impassable boundaries, leaving what was beyond those boundaries shrouded in mystery. The autumn before, those boundaries had fallen.
And then, in the winter, the common barrier to the south of the three lands that had for three thousand years sealed away the menace of the Old World had been breached, loosing the Imperial Order on them all. In the last year, the world had been thrown into turmoil; everything everyone had grown up knowing had changed.
"I'm not going to allow you to hurt people just because they refuse to help us," Richard said to Cara. "It would solve nothing and only end up causing us more trouble. What we started here only took a short time to build. I thought this place would be safe, but it's not. We'll simply move on."
He turned back to Kahlan. His voice lost its fire.
"I was hoping to bring you home, to some peace and quiet, but it looks like home doesn't want me, either. I'm sorry."
"Just those men, Richard." In the land of Anderith, just before Kahlan had been attacked and beaten, the people had rejected Richard's offer to join the emerging D'Haran Empire he led in the cause of freedom. Instead, the people of Anderith willingly chose to side with the Imperial Order. Richard had taken Kahlan and walked away from everything, it seemed. "What about your real friends here?"
"I haven't had time…I wanted to get a shelter up, first. There's no time now. Maybe later."
Kahlan reached for his hand, which hung at his side. His fingers were too far away. "But, Richard--"
"Look, it's not safe to stay here anymore. It's as simple as that. I brought you here because I thought it would be a safe place for you to recover and regain your strength. I was wrong. It's not. We can't stay here. Understand?"
"Yes, Richard."
"We have to move on."
"Yes, Richard."
There was something more to this, she knew--something of far greater importance than the more immediate ordeal it meant for her. There was a distant, troubled look in his eyes.
"But what of the war? Everyone is depending on us--on you. I can't be much help until I get better, but they need you right now. The D'Haran Empire needs you. You are the Lord Rahl. You lead them. What are we doing here? Richard…" She waited until his eyes turned to look at her. "Why are we running away when everyone is counting on us?"
"I'm doing as I must."
"As you must? What does that mean?"
Shadow shrouded his face as he looked away.
"I've…had a vision."

Copyright © 2000 by Terry Goodkind
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  • Posted May 11, 2011

    explaining Marxism in terms anyone can understand

    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.

    7 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 8, 2012

    One of my favorites, if I must choose...

    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.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 17, 2006


    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!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 29, 2012


    Shows the internal struggle of richards lost faith in man and his way towards freedom.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 20, 2012

    Subliminal message

    There is definitely a moral left behind after goodkind takes u on this journey. I liked it, although i would have prefered to have a different cover picture. It gave away a lot.

    Will continue reading the series

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 20, 2012

    Best book with the name Rahl in it!

    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.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 19, 2012


    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."

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  • Posted August 31, 2011

    Love this book

    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.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 21, 2011

    Best book in the series so far

    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!

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  • Posted May 26, 2011

    Great comeback from book #5

    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.

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  • Posted March 30, 2011

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    Powerful, Heart-Rending. Yet the best in the Series

    " 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.

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  • Posted March 14, 2011

    The best in the series

    Faith of the Fallen is by far my favorite in the SoT series, I've read all of them. Eventhough the plot has the same formula, it is the 'joy in the journey' that kept me on board. What I found most attractive in this book were the values Richard upholds and the inner strengh he finds to overcome his obstacles. The fact that Goodkind gives us a lot of gray areas is refreshing, in so many stories good and evil are to defined. I've reread this one without starting from the beginning of the series and found it's a good book to review and test my personal values, that coming from fantasy fiction novel is awkward, none the less, that's what I got out of it.

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  • Posted December 3, 2010

    Best book i've ever read!

    Terry Goodkind is by far my all time favorite author. This book is my favorit of the "Sword of Truth" series and i am currently reading it for the 4th or 5th time. Something About Terry Goodkind allows him to write a completly fictional book based in a world of fantasy and magic, and yet he is able to write about such profound things like, the nature of man, and good verses evil, in such a complelling and true to life way, that it amazes me. He describes issues and problems that we are facing today, and does it in such a way that by the time you finish the book, you feel completly edified and uplifted. I just wish he had MORE books!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 8, 2010

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    Great Book

    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!

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  • Posted March 22, 2010

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    One of the Best Books I've ever read

    I consider myself to have read an extensive amount of novels, but I must say, Terry Goodkind's Faith of the Fallen stands out foremost in my mind. Up until this point in the series, The Sword of Truth books were a fun read, but I was never really rivetted by them. However, Faith of the Fallen changed all that. The plotline and characters really flourish in this installment, leaving the reader breathless and waiting for more. However, the thing that really ensnared me was the inspiring message that Goodkind delivers in this novel. Possibly my favorite quote of all time, the main character Richard proclaims, "Your life is yours alone. Rise up and live it." This powerful message is the heart and soul of this entire series. Even when these characters are living in their darkest hour, they never give up and rise to face the challenge. For a fantasy novel, there are many real-life lessons that can be learned from the characters Richard, Kahlan, and Zedd. These people who have lost everything still continue to fight for freedom, even when all hope is lost. However, Goodkind shows throughout all his novels that hope never is truly gone.

    Goodkind's Faith of the Fallen is a truly wonderful read and excellently crafted together. His imagination never ceases to amaze his devoted readers.

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  • Posted January 20, 2010

    Terry Goodkind has once again taken my breathe away!

    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.

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  • Posted January 2, 2010

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    Review-Faith of the Fallen

    First of all it's apart of a series and you gotta read the whole thing. This one tells about a socitiy where socialisum is king. The main character, Richard becomes a captive and must adapt to the people, law, and the socitiy in order to live. Instead he brings about changes to make life easier for those around him. The folks around him, change. And because of that change take back their town from the law and remove the socialisum problems to make it better. Oh and the statue on the cover - wow! You have got to read about it. What one man can do! Wow!

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  • Posted November 15, 2009

    Powerful story telling, and inspiring.

    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.

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  • Posted August 15, 2009

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    One of Terry Goodkind's best

    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.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 21, 2008

    Faith restored

    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.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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