Soul of the Fire (Sword of Truth Series #5)

Soul of the Fire (Sword of Truth Series #5)

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Richard Rahl has traveled far from his roots as a simple woods guide. Emperor of the D'Haran Empire, war wizard, the Seeker of Truth—none of these roles mean as much to him as his newest: husband to his beloved Kahlan Amnell, Mother Confessor of the Midlands.

But their wedding is the key that unlocks a spell sealed away long ago in a faraway country. Now a

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Richard Rahl has traveled far from his roots as a simple woods guide. Emperor of the D'Haran Empire, war wizard, the Seeker of Truth—none of these roles mean as much to him as his newest: husband to his beloved Kahlan Amnell, Mother Confessor of the Midlands.

But their wedding is the key that unlocks a spell sealed away long ago in a faraway country. Now a deadly power pours forth that threatens to turn the world into a lifeless waste.

Separated from the Sword of Truth and stripped of their magic, Richard and Kahlan must journey across the Midlands to discover a dark secret from the past and a trap that could tear them apart forever. For their fate has become inextricably entwined with that of the Midlands—and there's no place so dangerous as a world without magic...

Editorial Reviews

The Barnes & Noble Review
April 1999

Good Times Are Here at Last

A highly readable, engaging, and thoroughly enjoyable tale, Soul of the Fire -- the fifth novel in Terry Goodkind's famous high-fantasy Sword of Truth series -- brims with all the drama, enchantment, and exploits we've come to expect from the author. Along with Robert Jordan, Goodkind has established himself as one of the luminaries of the extended fantasy megaseries subgenre, turning out huge, action-packed, magic-filled tomes of sword and sorcery. Soul of the Fire is a sweeping high-fantasy adventure that is bound to enrapture Goodkind fans and garner him a good many new devotees. Here the reader is presented with a quest to protect not only family and honor but also the very nature of the magical world at large.

The Seeker of Truth -- Richard, Lord Rahl -- and his longtime love, Kahlan Amnell, a.k.a. the Mother Confessor, have finally married. In an effort to keep politics and extravaganza out of their wedding day, Richard and Kahlan decided not to be wed in any of the major cities of the realm, but instead among the sincere and simple Mud People. After a wedding night spent in the Mud People's Spirit House, Richard finally meets up with his crafty grandfather, Zedd the wizard. The curious Zedd now wishes to learn all about the adventures Richard has encountered since they last spoke face-to-face. However, before the day is over, one of the Mud People mysteriously dies, and the shaman of the tribe, known as the Bird Man, claims that oneof the chickens is in reality something far more.

At first no one believes the superstitious and backward Bird Man, but after the chicken continues to attack members of the tribe and eventually attempts to kill Kahlan, Richard realizes that an overwhelming evil is at work. The chicken is eventually exposed by Zedd as a "lurker," a being possibly sent by the dream walker, Jagang. In addition, all forms of magic are beginning to fail. This is perhaps due to a spell that Kahlan once cast, in an effort to save Richard's life, that involved speaking the names of the three powerful "chimes." In the wake of these new developments, Zedd sends Richard on an urgent mission back to Aydindril and the Wizard's Keep to retrieve the Sword of Truth. Rather than relying on the mystical sliph, a being capable of transporting anyone across the land in a matter of hours rather than days, Richard, Kahlan, and their bodyguard, Cara, must now cross the realm on foot. A plague has been unleashed upon the land, destroying magic wherever it touches. The chimes themselves are capable of stealing souls and are now being manipulated by an otherworldly creature of malice. Once again, the powerful Imperial Order is on the attack, and this time there may be no way to avoid a full-scale war.

Reminiscent of Larry Niven's thought-provoking novel The Magic Goes Away, this latest entry in the Sword of Truth series depicts a smoothly constructed, well-thought-out world based in sorcery that shows how the disruption of magic in even the smallest animals and insects will eventually doom the human population. Goodkind is wise to establish the plot within a self-contained story line so that new fans to the series won't be lost if they venture into later novels in the series first. Despite a huge cast and a vast store of history and previous escapades, this carefully unfolding novel will never lose the new reader. Goodkind should be praised for having such respect for his growing readership, and to that end the Sword of Truth books make up one of the most highly developed, engrossing epic fantasy series yet.

--Tom Piccirilli

Tom Piccirilli is the author of the critically acclaimed supernatural novel Pentacle, as well as the dark suspense mysteries Shards and The Dead Past. His short fiction has appeared in many anthologies, including The Conspiracy Files. His two latest, an exciting mystery called Sorrow's Crown and a horror novel called Hexes, have just been released.

Romantic Times
Mr. Goodkind has the extraordinary ability to imbue rousing fantasy adventure with a rare emotional depth, once again exploring the power of love an dofgiveness ina tour de force of mesmerizing storytelling.
Publishing News
Few writers have Goodkind's power of creation....The Sword of Truth sequence is a phenomenal piece of imaginative writing, exhaustive in its scope and riveting in its detail.
Library Journal
An act of desperation sets loose the three Chimes, otherworldly creatures with the power to destroy magic. While Richard Rahl, the Seeker of Truth, and his wife, Kahlan, the Mother Confessor, search for a way to recall the Chimes, the emperor Jagang continues his savage war against the lands of D'Hara. The fifth installment in the author's "Sword of Truth" series reveals further complications in an already complex story that shows no signs of coming to an end. Libraries that own the previous volumes in the series should add this title to their fantasy collections. Copyright 1999 Cahners Business Information.
San Diego Union-Tribune
Terry Goodkind once again demonstrates that fantasy writing works as a vehicle for exploring adult themes. While employing all of the action and magic typical of the genre, he incorporates a sense of realism.
Tom Piccirilli
April 1999

Good Times Are Here at Last

A highly readable, engaging, and thoroughly enjoyable tale, Soul of the Fire -- the fifth novel in Terry Goodkind's famous high-fantasy Sword of Truth series -- brims with all the drama, enchantment, and exploits we've come to expect from the author. Along with Robert Jordan, Goodkind has established himself as one of the luminaries of the extended fantasy megaseries subgenre, turning out huge, action-packed, magic-filled tomes of sword and sorcery. Soul of the Fire is a sweeping high-fantasy adventure that is bound to enrapture Goodkind fans and garner him a good many new devotees. Here the reader is presented with a quest to protect not only family and honor but also the very nature of the magical world at large.

The Seeker of Truth -- Richard, Lord Rahl -- and his longtime love, Kahlan Amnell, a.k.a. the Mother Confessor, have finally married. In an effort to keep politics and extravaganza out of their wedding day, Richard and Kahlan decided not to be wed in any of the major cities of the realm, but instead among the sincere and simple Mud People. After a wedding night spent in the Mud People's Spirit House, Richard finally meets up with his crafty grandfather, Zedd the wizard. The curious Zedd now wishes to learn all about the adventures Richard has encountered since they last spoke face-to-face. However, before the day is over, one of the Mud People mysteriously dies, and the shaman of the tribe, known as the Bird Man, claims that one of the chickens is in reality something far more.

At first no one believes the superstitious and backward Bird Man, but after the chicken continues to attack members of the tribe and eventually attempts to kill Kahlan, Richard realizes that an overwhelming evil is at work. The chicken is eventually exposed by Zedd as a "lurker," a being possibly sent by the dream walker, Jagang. In addition, all forms of magic are beginning to fail. This is perhaps due to a spell that Kahlan once cast, in an effort to save Richard's life, that involved speaking the names of the three powerful "chimes." In the wake of these new developments, Zedd sends Richard on an urgent mission back to Aydindril and the Wizard's Keep to retrieve the Sword of Truth. Rather than relying on the mystical sliph, a being capable of transporting anyone across the land in a matter of hours rather than days, Richard, Kahlan, and their bodyguard, Cara, must now cross the realm on foot. A plague has been unleashed upon the land, destroying magic wherever it touches. The chimes themselves are capable of stealing souls and are now being manipulated by an otherworldly creature of malice. Once again, the powerful Imperial Order is on the attack, and this time there may be no way to avoid a full-scale war.

Reminiscent of Larry Niven's thought-provoking novel The Magic Goes Away, this latest entry in the Sword of Truth series depicts a smoothly constructed, well-thought-out world based in sorcery that shows how the disruption of magic in even the smallest animals and insects will eventually doom the human population. Goodkind is wise to establish the plot within a self-contained story line so that new fans to the series won't be lost if they venture into later novels in the series first. Despite a huge cast and a vast store of history and previous escapades, this carefully unfolding novel will never lose the new reader. Goodkind should be praised for having such respect for his growing readership, and to that end the Sword of Truth books make up one of the most highly developed, engrossing epic fantasy series yet.

--Tom Piccirilli

Tom Piccirilli is the author of the critically acclaimed supernatural novel Pentacle, as well as the dark suspense mysteries Shards and The Dead Past. His short fiction has appeared in many anthologies, including The Conspiracy Files. His two latest, an exciting mystery called Sorrow's Crown and a horror novel called Hexes, have just been released.

Kirkus Reviews
Another entry in Goodkind's fantasy Sword of Truth series (Temple of the Winds, 1997, etc.) and a new adventure for Richard, Lord Rahl, the Seeker of Truth and wielder of the Sword of Truth, his wife Kahlen Amnell, the Mother Confessor, and grandfather Zedd the wizard. The D'Haran Empire faces new challenges: the mysterious "chimes" possess a magical power that can steal souls; and war with the powerful Imperial Order may be unavoidable. Richard will discover that the chimes are themselves slaves of an undead being who has created for himself an impenetrable otherworldly fortress. Goodkind demonstrates that it's perfectly possible — from the reader's point of view, highly desirable — to write a commendably self-contained, shapely yarn within a previously defined scenario while leaving scope for plenty of new discoveries and embellishments. . .

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“Goodkind's ingenious world building will keep readers captivated.” —Publishers Weekly

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Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780812551495
Publisher:
Tom Doherty Associates
Publication date:
03/07/2000
Series:
Sword of Truth Series, #5
Edition description:
First Edition
Pages:
800
Sales rank:
73,793
Product dimensions:
6.74(w) x 4.08(h) x 1.77(d)
Age Range:
14 - 18 Years

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CHAPTER 1

I wonder what's bothering the chickens," Richard said.

Kahlan nuzzled tighter against his shoulder. "Maybe your grandfather is pestering them now, too." When he didn't reply, she tilted her head back to squint up at him in the dim firelight. He was watching the door. "Or maybe they're grouchy because we kept them awake most of the night."

Richard grinned and kissed her forehead. The brief squawking on the other side of the door had ceased. No doubt the village children, still reveling in the wedding celebration, had been chasing the chickens from a favorite roost on the squat wall outside the spirit house. She told him as much.

Faint sounds of distant laughter, conversation, and singing drifted into their quiet sanctuary. The scent of the balsam sticks that were always burned in the spirit-house hearth mingled with the tang of sweat earned in passion, and the spicy-sweet aroma of roasted peppers and onions. Kahlan watched the firelight reflecting in his gray eyes a moment before lying back in his arms to sway gently to the sounds of the drums and the boldas.

Paddles scraped up and down ridges carved on the hollow, bell-shaped boldas produced an eerie, haunting melody that seeped through the solitude of the spirit house on its way out onto the grasslands, welcoming spirit ancestors to the celebration.

Richard stretched to the side and retrieved a round, flat piece of tava bread from the platter Zedd, his grandfather, had brought them. "It's still warm. Want some?"

"Bored with your new wife so soon, Lord Rahl?"

Richard's contented laugh brought a smile to her lips. "We really are married, aren't we? It wasn't just a dream, was it?"

Kahlan loved his laugh. So many times she had prayed to the good spirits that he would be able to laugh again—that they both would.

"Just a dream come true," she murmured.

She urged him from the tava bread for a long kiss. His breathing quickened as he clutched her in his powerful arms. She slid her hands across the sweat-slick muscles of his broad shoulders to run her fingers through the thick tangle of his hair as she moaned against his mouth.

It had been here in the Mud People's spirit house, on a night that now seemed lifetimes ago, that she had first realized she was hopelessly in love with him, but had to keep her forbidden feelings secret. It was during that visit, after battle, struggle, and sacrifice, that they had been accepted into the community of these remote people. On another visit, it was here in the spirit house, after Richard accomplished the impossible and broke the spell of prohibition, that he had asked her to be his wife. And now they had at last spent their wedding night in the spirit house of the Mud People.

Though it had been for love and love alone, their wedding was also a formal joining of the Midlands and D'Hara. Had they been wedded in any of the great cities of the Midlands, the event undoubtedly would have been a pageant of unparalleled splendor. Kahlan was experienced in pageantry. These guileless people understood their sincerity and simple reasons for wanting to be married. She preferred the joyous wedding they had celebrated among people bonded to them in their hearts, over one of cold pageant.

Among the Mud People, who led hard lives on the plains of the wilds, such a celebration was a rare opportunity to gather in merriment, to feast, to dance, and to tell stories. Kahlan knew of no other instance of an outsider being accepted as Mud People, so such a wedding was unprecedented. She suspected it would become part of their lore, the story repeated in future gatherings by dancers dressed in elaborate grass-and-hide costumes, their faces painted with masks of black and white mud.

"I do believe you're plying an innocent girl with your magic touch," she teased, breathlessly. She was beginning to forget how weak and weary her legs were.

Richard rolled onto his back to catch his breath. "Do you suppose we ought to go out there and see what Zedd is up to?"

Kahlan playfully smacked the back of her hand against his ribs. "Why Lord Rahl, I think you really are bored with your new wife. First the chickens, then tava bread, and now your grandfather."

Richard was watching the door again. "I smell blood."

Kahlan sat up. "Probably just some game brought back by a hunting party. If there really was trouble, Richard, we would know about it. We have people guarding us. In fact, we have the whole village watching over us. No one could get past the Mud People hunters unseen. There would at least be an alarm and everyone would know about it."

She wasn't sure if he even heard her. He was stone still, his attention riveted on the door. When Kahlan's fingers glided up his arm and her hand rested lightly on his shoulder, his muscles finally slackened and he turned to her.

"You're right." His smile was apologetic. "I guess I can't seem to let myself relax."

Nearly her whole life, Kahlan had trod the halls of power and authority. From a young age she had been disciplined in responsibility and obligation, and schooled in the threats that always shadowed her. She was well steeled to it all by the time she had been called upon to lead the alliance of the Midlands.

Richard had grown up very differently, and had gone on to fulfill his passion for his forested homeland by becoming a woods guide. Turmoil, trial, and destiny had thrust him into a new life as leader of the D'Haran Empire. Vigilance was his valuable ally and difficult to dismiss.

She saw his hand idly skim over his clothes. He was looking for his sword. He'd had to travel to the Mud People's village without it.

Countless times, she had seen him absently and without conscious thought reassure himself that it was at hand. It had been his companion for months, through a crucible of change—both his, and the world's. It was his protector, and he, in turn, was the protector of that singular sword and the post it represented.

In a way, the Sword of Truth was but a talisman. It was the hand wielding the sword that was the power; as the Seeker of Truth, he was the true weapon. In some aways, it was only a symbol of his post, much as the distinctive white dress was a symbol of hers.

Kahlan leaned forward and kissed him. His arms returned to her. She playfully pulled him back down on top of her.

"So, how does it feel being married to the Mother Confessor herself?"

He slipped onto an elbow beside her and gazed down into her eyes. "Wonderful," he murmured. "Wonderful and inspiring. And tiring." With a gentle finger he traced the line of her jaw. "And how does it feel being married to the Lord Rahl?"

A throaty laugh burbled up. "Sticky."

Richard chuckled and stuffed a piece of tava bread in her mouth. He sat up and set the brimming wooden platter down between them. Tava bread, made from tava roots, was a staple of the Mud People. Served with nearly every meal, it was eaten by itself, wrapped around other foods, and used as a scoop for porridge and stews. Dried into biscuits, it was carried on long hunts.

Kahlan yawned as she stretched, feeling relieved that he was no longer preoccupied by what was beyond the door. She kissed his cheek at seeing him once again at ease.

Under a layer of warm tava bread he found roasted peppers, onions, mushroom caps as broad as her hand, turnips, and boiled greens. There were even several rice cakes. Richard took a bite out of a turnip before rolling some of the greens, a mushroom, and a pepper in a piece of tava bread and handing it to her.

In a reflective tone, he said, "I wish we could stay in here forever."

Kahlan pulled the blanket over her lap. She knew what he meant. Outside, the world awaited them.

"Well…" she said, batting her eyelashes at him, "just because Zedd came and told us the elders want their spirit house back, that doesn't mean we have to surrender it until we're good and ready."

Richard took in her frolicsome offer with a mannered smile. "Zedd was just using the elders as an excuse. He wants me."

She bit into the roll he had given her as she watched him absently break a rice cake in half, his thoughts seeming to drift from what he was doing.

"He hasn't seen you for months." With a finger, she wiped away juice as it rolled down her chin. "He's eager to hear all you've been through, and about the things you've learned." He nodded absently as she sucked the juice from her finger. "He loves you, Richard. There are things he needs to teach you."

"That old man has been teaching me since I was born." He smiled distantly. "I love him, too."

Richard enfolded mushrooms, greens, pepper and onion in tava bread and took a big bite. Kahlan pulled strands of limp greens from her roll and nibbled them as she listened to the slow crackle of the fire and the distant music.

When he finished, Richard rooted under the stack of tava bread and came up with a dried plum. "All that time, and I never knew he was more than my beloved friend; I never suspected he was my grandfather, and more than a simple man."

He bit off half the plum and offered her the other half.

"He was protecting you, Richard. Being your friend was the most important thing for you to know." She took the proffered plum and popped it in her mouth. She studied his handsome features as she chewed.

With her fingertips, she turned his face to look up at her. She understood his larger concerns. "Zedd is back with us, now, Richard. He'll help us. His counsel will be a comfort as well as an aid."

"You're right. Who better to counsel us than the likes of Zedd?" Richard pulled his clothes close. "And he is no doubt impatient to hear everything."

As Richard drew his black pants on, Kahlan put a rice cake between her teeth and held it there as she tugged things from her pack. She halted and took the rice cake from her mouth.

"We've been separated from Zedd for months—you longer than I. Zedd and Ann will want to hear it all. We'll have to tell it a dozen times before they're satisfied.

"I'd really like to have a bath first. There are some warm springs not too far away."

Richard halted at buttoning his black shirt. "What was it that Zedd and Ann were in such a fret about, last night, before the wedding?"

"Last night?" She pulled her folded shirt from her pack and shook it out. "Something about the chimes. I told them I spoke the three chimes. But Zedd said they would take care of it, whatever it was."

Kahlan didn't like to think about that. It gave her gooseflesh to remember her fear and panic. It made her ache with a sick, weak feeling to contemplate what would have happened had she delayed even another moment in speaking those three words. Had she delayed, Richard would now be dead. She banished the memory.

"That's what I thought I remembered." Richard smiled as he winked. "Looking at you in your blue wedding dress…well, I do remember having more important things on my mind at the time.

"The three chimes are supposed to be a simple matter. I guess he did say as much. Zedd, of all people, shouldn't have any trouble with that sort of thing."

"So, how about the bath?"

"What?" He was staring at the door again.

"Bath. Can we go to the springs and have a warm bath before we have to sit down with Zedd and Ann and start telling them long stories?"

He pulled his black tunic over his head. The broad gold band around its squared edges caught the firelight. He gave her a sidelong glance. "Will you wash my back?"

She watched his smile as he buckled on his wide leather over-belt with its gold-worked pouches to each side. Among other things, they held possessions both extraordinary and dangerous.

"Lord Rahl, I will wash anything you want."

He laughed as he put on his leather-padded silver wristbands. The ancient symbols worked onto them reflected with points of reddish firelight. "Sounds like my new wife may turn an ordinary bath into an event."

Kahlan tossed her cloak around her shoulders and then pulled the tangle of her long hair out from under the collar. "After we tell Zedd, we'll be on our way." She playfully poked his ribs with a finger. "Then you'll find out."

Giggling, he caught her finger to stop her from tickling him. "If you want a bath, we'd better not tell Zedd. He'll start in on us with just one question, then just one more, and then another." His cloak glimmered golden in the firelight as he fastened it at his throat. "Before you know it, the day will be done and he'll still be asking questions. How far are these warm springs?"

Kahlan gestured to the south. "An hour's walk. Maybe a bit more." She stuffed some tava bread, a brush, a cake of fragrant herb soap, and a few other small items into a leather satchel. "But if, as you say, Zedd wants to see us, don't you suppose he'll be nettled if we go off without telling him?"

Richard grunted a cynical laugh. "If you want a bath, it's best to apologize later for not telling him first. It isn't that far. We'll be back before he really misses us, anyway."

Kahlan caught his arm. She turned serious. "Richard, I know you're eager to see Zedd. We can go bathe later, if you're impatient to see him. I wouldn't really mind….Mostly I just wanted to be alone with you a little longer."

He hugged her shoulders. "We'll see him when we get back in a few hours. He can wait. I'd rather be alone with you, too."

As he nudged open the door, Kahlan saw him once again absently reach to touch the sword that wasn't there. His cloak was a golden blaze as the sunlight fell across it. Stepping behind him into the cold morning light, Kahlan had to squint. Savory aromas of foods being prepared on village cook fires filled her lungs.

Richard leaned to the side, looking behind the short wall.

His raptorlike gaze briefly swept the sky. His scrutiny of the narrow passageways among the jumble of drab, square buildings all around was more meticulous.

The buildings on this side of the village, such as the spirit house, were used for various communal purposes. Some were used only by the elders as sanctuaries of sorts. Some were used by hunters in rites before a long hunt. No man ever crossed the threshold of the women's buildings.

Here, too, the dead were prepared for their funeral ceremony. The Mud People buried their dead.

Using wood for funeral pyres was impractical; wood of any quantity was distant, and therefore precious. Wood for cook fires was supplemented with dried dung but more often with billets of tightly wound dried grass. Bonfires, such as the ones the night before at their wedding ceremony, were a rare and wondrous treat.

With no one living in any of the surrounding buildings, this part of the village had an empty, otherworldly feel to it. The drums and boldas added their preternatural influence to the mood among the deep shadows. The drifting voices made the empty streets seem haunted. Bold slashes of sunlight slanting in rendered the deep shade beyond nearly impenetrable.

Still studying those shadows, Richard gestured behind. Kahlan glanced over the wall.

In the midst of scattered feathers fluttering in the cold breeze lay the bloody carcass of a chicken.

SOUL OF THE FIRE Copyright © 1999 by Terry Goodkind

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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.

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Soul of the Fire 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 245 reviews.
Druza More than 1 year ago
Many believe that if your on the side of right that everyone will believe you and fight with you for those reasons. Richard soon finds out how wrong that is and that people would rather believe a lie than the truth, wizards first rule. Great story of the struggle Richard and kahlan go thought to try and save a land which wont stand with him while at the same time Richard has to deal with the Chimes loose in the world and magic failing..
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I continue reading the series because it seems like khalan and richard cannot stay out of trouble. I enjoyed reading what happens after "happily ever after".
Kelley_Bean More than 1 year ago
Best Series EVER!!!! READ IT!!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I liked the whole series. I watched the tv series . the books where better more detail. but I wish they would bring the tv series back . I liked the tv people and I loved working out to the shows.
BolivarJ More than 1 year ago
Goodkind's "Soul of the Fire" is brilliant, and extremely smart. Goodkind takes the series in a new direction, just as in "First Wizard's Rule" new characters are introduced, and questions arise. Who knows what the next installations would look like, but whatever it is. It will be good. " Soul of the Fire" is thick and rich in content, I love the way the author portraits the political environment in anderith, and how he sets the mystery behind the chimes. "the chicken that is not a chicken", The return of Richard's First wife, and what's really behind the Dominie Dirtch. In Goodkind's "Temple of the Winds" Richard Rahl was faced against a dread plague loosed by Jagang "The Dream Walker" only by reaching the Temple of the Winds, he was able to save Thousands of people from the Midlands. However; in the pursuit of saving Richard's life, Kahlan invoked the name of the chimes, an ancient weapon used by wizards to extinguish magic. In the fifth installment of the Sword Of Truth, Goodkind takes readers back into the magical lands of the Mud people, The Wilds, and an unvisited land known as Anderith, the home of the Dominie Dirtch "Soul of the Fire" is the quest of Richard to find a way to extinguish the chimes back the underworld. In a race to save the world, as the chimes vanish magic, and kill every soul in their way. How will the Seeker of Truth will save the world? Without his magic or the sword of truth. A dangerous journey surrounded by Mud People, The bata kan, Anders and Hakens, Sisters of the dark, and those thieves of the soul, Wind, air and fire known as the "Chimes". At this point in the series, there are many questions unanswered from this book. The author gets more in deep into the world that surrounds Richard and Kahlan, and the long mystifying conflict between those who want to abolish magic. Goodkind is great in developing Dalton's character in the story. The contrast between Dalton's greed character and a certain glimpse of nobility is exceptional. "Soul of the Fire" is just plain Brilliant. The author introducing new characters and taking a new direction with some of the previous ones. The imperial order, The sisters of the Dark, The prophets. Goodkind's selection and developing of characters is magnificent.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I dreaded the pages about the Anderith in the beginning of the book. Every page I turned was still about the Anderith. Where were Richard, Kahlan, Cara and Zedd??? I almost shut the book and moved on to read something completely different. That's how sluggish the reading felt. This book took such a dramatic turn from his usual writing style and story line. It almost felt like someone else has written it. I loved the detailed description of the Anderith political circle, the schemes, the plots. Very well written, but I think, if the books have been written in this style all along, I would not have felt sluggish and dreaded. But the pace of all other books were rapid, spellbinding, fresh and surprising, this particular book just fell short of my expectations. I was particular appalled at Kahlan for being such as thickhead in more than 1 occasion -- the chicken-is-not-the-chicken, the chimes being released and others. She performed so well in the Stone of the Tears as the magnificent heroine. But she then started to slip in The Temple of the Winds as a moonstruck teenager who lost her senses of what's important, and just went down hill in this book. Ouch!!! Every book in the series is beginning to feel like it were spun out from the same formula. But the story is still interesting and gripping enough to keep me reading and Zedd is just too cute to miss out. I do intend to read every book. Will they ever defy Shota's warning of not having any children? Hmmm...
Guest More than 1 year ago
Fantastic! 'Wizards First Rule' REBORN. Cant wait for the next one...
Anonymous 9 months ago
It was fine. It's a long series and Richard keeps having to rescue the girl.
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radhaP More than 1 year ago
Great story, i could not wait to get the next book, Terry Goodkind has such imagination and skill....A great saga !
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Decent, but too much repetition. And far too much extraneous exposition. This book could have trimmed easy 300 pages and been spectacular.
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