Terry Goodkind's bestselling, epic fantasy series Sword of Truth continues with Confessor.
Descending into darkness, about to be overwhelmed by evil, those people still free are powerless to stop the coming dawn of a savage new world, while Richard faces the guilt of knowing that he must let it happen. Alone, he must bear the weight of a sin he dare not confess to the one person he loves…and has lost.
Join Richard and Kahlan in the concluding novel of one of the most remarkable and memorable journeys ever written. It started with one rule, and will end with the rule of all rules, the rule unwritten, the rule unspoken since the dawn of history.
When next the sun rises, the world will be forever changed.
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About the Author
Terry Goodkind is a #1 New York Times bestselling author. His books include the eleven-volume Sword of Truth series, beginning with Wizard's First Rule, the basis for the television show Legend of the Seeker. Goodkind was born and raised in Omaha, Nebraska, where he also attended art school. Alongside a career in wildlife art, he has also been a cabinetmaker and a violin maker, and he has done restoration work on rare and exotic artifacts from around the world -- each with its own story to tell, he says. While continuing to maintain the northeastern home he built with his own hands, in recent years he and his wife Jeri have created a second home in the desert Southwest, where he now spends the majority of his time.
Terry Goodkind is a #1 New York Times bestselling author. His books include the eleven-volume Sword of Truth series, beginning with Wizard’s First Rule, the basis for the television show Legend of the Seeker. Goodkind was born and raised in Omaha, Nebraska, where he also attended art school. Alongside a career in wildlife art, he has also been a cabinetmaker and a violin maker, and he has done restoration work on rare and exotic artifacts from around the world -- each with its own story to tell, he says. While continuing to maintain the northeastern home he built with his own hands, in recent years he and his wife Jeri have created a second home in the desert Southwest, where he now spends the majority of his time.
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By Terry Goodkind, Patrick Nielsen Hayden
Tom Doherty AssociatesCopyright © 2007 Terry Goodkind
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For the second time that day, a woman stabbed Richard.
Jolted fully awake by the shock of pain, he instantly seized her bony wrist, preventing her from ripping open his thigh. A dingy dress, buttoned all the way up to her throat, covered her gaunt figure. In the dim light of distant campfires Richard saw that the square of cloth draped over her head and knotted under her angular jaw looked to be made out of a scrap of frayed burlap.
Despite her frail frame, her sunken cheeks, her stooped back, she had the glare of a predator. The woman who had stabbed him earlier that night had been heavier, and stronger. Her eyes, too, had burned with hate.
The slender blade this woman wielded was smaller as well. While it made a painful puncture wound, had she sliced across his thigh muscle, as she'd apparently intended by the way she was holding the knife, it would have been far worse. The army of the Imperial Order did not bother to care for slaves with crippling injuries; they would simply have put him to death. That had probably been her plan in the first place.
Gritting his teeth with awakened rage as he held the struggling woman's wrist in a viselike grip, Richard twisted her arm as he lifted her white- knuckled fist in order to withdraw the blade from his leg. A drop of blood dripped from the tip.
He easily muscled her under his control. She was not the powerful killer he had at first feared. Her desire, her intent, her lust, however, were just as vicious as that of any of the invading horde she followed. As she grunted in pain, vapor from each panting breath rose into the cold night air. Richard knew that to be gentle would only give her another opportunity to finish the job. Surprise had provided her with an opening; he would not foolishly grant her a second chance. Still firmly holding her wrist, he wrenched the knife from her grasp.
He didn't let up the pressure on her arm until he had possession of the blade. He could have broken her arm, and she deserved no less, but he didn't — this was not the time or place to create a disturbance. He merely wanted her away from him. Once he'd disarmed her, he shoved her back.
As soon as she stumbled to a halt, she spat at him. "You'll never beat the team of the great and glorious Emperor Jagang. You are dogs — all of you! All of you from up here in the New World are heathen dogs!"
Richard glared at her, watching to make sure she didn't pull another knife and renew the attack. He checked to the sides for an accomplice. Although there were soldiers not far away, just beyond the small enclosure of supply wagons, they were preoccupied with their own business. There didn't appear to be anyone with the woman.
When she started to spit at him again, Richard lunged at her. She gasped in fright as she flinched back. Having lost courage for the business of stabbing a man when he was awake and able to defend himself, she cast him one last hateful glare, then turned and escaped into the night. Richard had known that the length of heavy chain attached to the collar around his neck wasn't long enough to allow him to get to her, but she hadn't known that and so the threat had been convincing enough to scare her off.
Even in the middle of the night the vast army encampment into which she had vanished was ceaselessly busy. Like some great, churning beast it swallowed her up.
While many of the soldiers were sleeping, others seemed always to be at work repairing gear, making weapons, cooking, eating, or engaged in drinking and raucous stories around fires as they passed the time waiting for their next opportunity at murder, rape, and plunder. All night long, it seemed, there were men testing their strength against one another, sometimes with muscle, sometimes with knives. Small crowds gathered from time to time to watch such contests and to bet on the outcome. Patrolling guards looking for any signs of serious trouble, soldiers looking for entertainment, and camp followers looking for a handout prowled the encampment throughout the night. Occasionally men wandered by to size up Richard and his fellow captives.
Between gaps in the wagons Richard could see some of the camp followers, hoping to earn food or even a small coin, going from group to group offering to play a flute and sing for the men. Others offered to shave soldiers, wash and care for their clothes, or tattoo their flesh. A number of the shadowy figures, after brief negotiations, disappeared into tents with the men. Others wandered the camp looking to steal. And a few of those out in the night were intent on murder.
In the center of it all, in a prison island created out of a ring of supply wagons, Richard lay chained with other captive men brought in to play in the Ja'La dh Jin tournaments. Most of his team was made up of regular Imperial Order troops, but they were off sleeping in their own tents.
Hardly a city ruled by the Order was without a Ja'La team. As children these soldiers had played it almost from the time they could walk. They all expected that after the war was over Ja'La would endure for them. To many of the soldiers of the Order, Ja'La dh Jin — the Game of Life — was itself a matter of life and death, nearly equal to the cause of the Order.
Even to a scrawny old woman who followed her emperor to war and lived off the scraps of his conquest, murder was an acceptable means of helping her favored team to victory.
Having a winning Ja'La team was a source of great pride for an army division, just as it was for any city. Commander Karg, the officer responsible for Richard's team, was also intent on winning. A winning team could bring far more tangible benefits to those directly involved than mere glory. Those who ran the top teams became powerful men. Winning Ja'La players became heroes rewarded with riches of every sort, including legions of women eager to be with them.
At night Richard was chained to the wagons that held the cages that had transported him and the other captives, but in the games they had played along the way he was the point man for their team, trusted to carry Commander Karg's ambitions to glory in the tournaments at Emperor Jagang's main encampment. Richard's life depended on how well he did his job. So far he had rewarded Commander Karg's faith in him.
Richard's choice from the first had been to either join Commander Karg's effort, or be executed in the most gruesome manner possible.
Richard, though, had had other reasons for "volunteering." Those reasons were far more important to him than anything else.
He glanced over and saw that Johnrock, chained to the same transport wagon, lay on his back sound asleep. The man, a miller by trade, was built like an oak tree. Unlike the point men of other teams, Richard insisted on endless practice whenever they were not on the move. Not everyone on his team liked it, but they followed his instructions. Even in their cage as they had traveled to the Imperial Order's main force, Richard and Johnrock analyzed how they could have done better, devised and memorized codes for plays, and did endless push-ups and other exercises to build their strength.
Exhaustion had apparently overcome the noise and confusion of camp, and Johnrock was sleeping as peacefully as a baby, unaware that their reputation had brought people out into the night who wanted to end their team's chances before they reached the tournaments.
As tired as Richard was, he had only been dozing from time to time. He found himself having difficulty sleeping. Something was wrong, something not connected to all the myriad troubles swirling around him. It was not even anything to do with the immediate worldly dangers of being a captive. This was something different, something inside him, something deep within him. In a way it reminded him a little of the times he'd been sick with a fever, but that wasn't really it, either. No matter how carefully he tried to analyze it, the nature of the feeling remained elusive. He was so confused by the inexplicable sensation that he was left with nothing so much as an aching feeling of restless foreboding.
Besides that, he was too preoccupied thinking about Kahlan to be able to sleep. Held captive by Emperor Jagang himself, she was not all that far away.
Sometimes when he'd been alone with Nicci, late in the night sitting before a fire, she had stared into those flames and confided in him how Jagang had brutalized her. Those stories gnawed at Richard's insides.
He couldn't see the emperor's compound, but as they had rolled in through the sprawling encampment earlier that day he had seen the impressive command tents. To find himself looking into Kahlan's green eyes after all this time, even if for only a fleeting moment, had filled him with joy and relief. He had at long last found her, and she was alive. He had to find a way to get her out.
Reasonably sure that the latest woman to have stabbed him was no longer lurking in the shadows for another attempt, Richard finally pulled his hand away to inspect the wound. It wasn't as bad as it might have been. If he had been sound asleep, like Johnrock, it might have gone much worse.
He guessed that perhaps the odd feeling that had been keeping him awake had actually served him well.
As much as the wound in his leg stung, it wasn't serious. Holding his hand tightly over it had stopped the bleeding. The wound from earlier that night was also painful, but it, too, wasn't anywhere as bad as it might have been. His shoulder blade had caught the tip of the woman's knife and thwarted her attempt at murder.
Death had visited him twice that night and gone away empty-handed. Richard remembered the old saying that trouble sired three children. He hoped not to meet the third child.
He had just rolled onto his side to try again to get some sleep when he saw a shadow slipping up among the wagons. The stride appeared deliberate, though, rather than stealthy. Richard sat up as Commander Karg came to a halt over him.
In the dim light Richard could plainly see the tattooed scales covering the right side of the man's face. Without the leather shoulder plates and breastplates that the commander usually wore, or even a shirt, Richard could see that the pattern of scales ran down over his shoulder and covered part of his chest as well. The tattoo made him look reptilian. Among themselves, Richard and Johnrock referred to the commander as "Snake-face." The name fit in more ways than one.
"What do you think you're doing, Ruben?"
Ruben Rybnik was the name Johnrock — and everyone else on the team — knew Richard by. It was the name Richard had given when he'd been taken prisoner. If there was one place that his real name would surely get him killed, Richard now sat right in the middle of it.
"Trying to get some sleep."
"You have no business trying to force a woman to lie with you." Commander Karg pointed an accusatory finger. "She came to me and told me all about what you tried to do to her."
Richard's brow lifted. "Did she, now."
"I told you before, if you beat the emperor's team — if you beat them — then you will get your choice of a woman. But in the meantime you get no favors. I won't tolerate anyone disobeying my orders — least of all the likes of you."
"I don't know what she told you, Commander, but she came here with the intent of killing me. She wanted to make sure that the emperor's team wouldn't lose to us."
The commander squatted down, resting his forearm on his knee as he peered at the point man for his Ja'La team. He looked ready to murder Richard himself.
"A poor lie, Ruben."
The knife that only a short time ago he'd taken away from the woman was in Richard's hand, pressed up along the inside of his wrist. At this distance he could have gutted the commander before the man knew what had happened.
But this was not the time or place. It wouldn't help Richard get Kahlan back.
Without taking his gaze off the commander's eyes, Richard spun the knife through his fingers and caught the point between his first finger and thumb. It felt good to have a blade in his hand, any blade, even one this small. He held the handle of the knife out toward the commander.
"This is why my leg was bleeding. She stabbed me with it. Where else do you think I could get a knife?"
The significance — and the danger — of a knife being in Richard's possession was not lost on the man. He glanced at the wound on Richard's thigh and then took the knife.
"If you want us to win this tournament," Richard said with deliberate care, "then I need to get some rest. I would rest a lot easier if there were guards posted. If one skinny old woman, who probably has a bet on the emperor's team, kills me while I'm asleep, then your team will be without a point man and has no chance to win."
"Think a lot of yourself, don't you, Ruben?"
"You think a lot of me, Commander, or you would have killed me long ago back in Tamarang after I killed dozens of your men."
With his tattooed scales faintly lit by campfires, the commander looked like a snake considering a meal.
"It would appear that being point man is dangerous not just on the Ja'La field." He finally rose up over Richard. "I'll post a guard. Just keep in mind that a lot of people don't think you're so good — after all, you've already lost one game for us."
They had lost that game because Richard had tried to protect one of his men, a captive named York, whose leg had just been broken in a concentrated charge by the opposing team. He had been a valuable man, a good player, and therefore targeted. The way the Order played Ja'La, the rules allowed such things.
With a badly broken leg York had suddenly become useless as a player, and as a slave. After he had been carried from the field, Commander Karg had unceremoniously cut the man's throat. For protecting the downed player rather than continuing play by taking the broc upfield toward the opposing goal, the referee had penalized their team by banning Richard from the rest of the game. They had lost as a result.
"The emperor's team lost a game, too, as I hear tell," Richard said.
"His Excellency had that team put to death. His new team was created from the best men in all of the Old World."
Richard shrugged. "We lose players for various reasons, too, and they get replaced. Any number have been hurt and can't play. Not long ago one of our men broke a leg. You did no less than the emperor did with his losers.
"As I see it, the details of who used to be on his team don't matter all that much. We've each lost a game. That makes us even. That's all that really matters. We come into this contest on equal footing. They're no better than us."
The commander arched an eyebrow. "You think you are their equal?"
Richard didn't shrink away from the man's glare. "I am going to win us the chance to play the emperor's team, Commander, and then we will see what happens."
A sly smile curved into the scales. "Hoping for your choice of a woman, Ruben?"
Richard nodded without returning the smile. "As a matter of fact I am."
Commander Karg had no idea that Richard already knew the woman he wanted. He wanted Kahlan. He wanted her more than life itself. He intended to do what ever was necessary to get his wife away from the nightmare of captivity by Jagang and his Sisters of the Dark.
Staring down at Richard, Commander Karg finally conceded with a sigh. "I'll tell the guards that their lives depend on no one getting at my team while they sleep."
After the commander had vanished into the night, Richard lay back, at last letting his aching muscles relax. He watched guards in the distance rushing to set up a tight perimeter around the captive members of the team. The realization of what could be lost to nothing more than a conniving camp follower had spurred Commander Karg to action. At least the attack had served the purpose of making it possible for Richard to get the rest he needed. It wasn't easy sleeping when anyone who wanted to could sneak up and cut your throat.
Now, at least, he was temporarily safe, even if it had been necessary to surrender the knife. He still had the other one, though, the one he'd taken from the first woman. It was tucked away in his boot.
Richard curled into a ball on the bare ground in an effort to stay warm as he tried to go to sleep. The ground had long ago lost any heat from the previous day. Without a bedroll or blanket, he was forced to bunch up the slack in the chain to make a pillow of sorts. The next sunrise was not far off. Out on the Azrith Plain it wasn't going to be getting warmer any time soon.
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Kay, so these are the best books i have ever read in my entire life, and i've read ALOT of books:) Whenever i try to compare any other book to these books it makes the other book seem small, unimportant and not worth my time to have even a passing thought about them in the presense of these wonderful character changing stories. My journey with Richard and Kahlan has been filled with smiles, tears and heartfelt feelings and i am sad to see it end. These books have meaning beyond measure and feel more important than anything i have ever experienced. These books took me to new heights of excitement and life as i shared everything i had through words and paper and embraced everything they had through the book as well. I feel Terry Goodkind just used a book as a tool, a passageway to the stunning force of life. These books were SO much more than a mere ocupation of my time. I rate these books with a rate off the scale not because of the amazing story, but through the feelings they represented and the meaning they stood for. I shout out to everyone not because of the touching characters, or the skill the writer has, but for the meaningful base of this story and everything they stood for. I shout out because of the importantness of everything this story, this LIFE shares with the reader. These books are so much bigger than a STORY to experience, they are a LIFE to live with pride and love. This story didn't dig deeper in my heart than anyone ever has with the amazing romance,excitement, plot, and everything else amazing it possesses, it taught me to open up and be proud with the powerful meaning just behind the beautiful cover. I don't know how to better explain this to you so i guess you're just gonna have to come close, brace yourself, and open the cover to catch a glimpse of what this story holds dear inside:) read these books, and experience the otherworldly embrace of life.
Perhaps many people were let down in the reading of the series because they misunderstood the reason for the books. I can't disagree there. I thought I was getting into something very different, but in the end I came to understand and I found it edifying, though perhaps confusing (but probably not confused). Perhaps some were let down by the thickness of the philosophy, perhaps others by the values of the philosophy. I can't blame these readers, because it sure was difficult for me to read some parts. But I did read all of them. The books, as it turns out, are about the spirit of man. They indicate that given the courage to do what you feel is right, you have to do it. And being wily helps. And while education may help as well, some things can be learned only by intuition and if you don't have that, you're a machine that someone else molds. The world could do with fewer organic machines. And in this book, Richard eradicates these machines in a very surprising way. And the books show how well loved and influential a man can be in any of the situations that Richard had found himself in. In this book, taunting Jagang, he keeps the final match's score even until the last period, and demonstrates Jagang the Just's justice, which even incites a battle amidst the siege. Still no one knows Richard's real name. And this book very well ties the world of dragons and magic to our own. And it even describes at least two of the covers of the books in this series, as a nice touch. If you have suffered through all the previous books--and were able to read them fully--you probably have what it takes to finish this series, and you will probably be satisfied. And it may even be a good book to begin the series with in order to better understand the reason behind the storytelling. If you didn't like the rest of the Sword of Truth, you probably won't enjoy this book either. Personally, I was frustrated in the reading of some of the books, such as Soul of the Fire and Faith of the Fallen, but in my estimation, each of all 12 (including Debt of Bones) progresses the story and has something of a lesson to learn.
Couldnt put it down
Another great novel by Goodkind.
Truly an epic adventure worthy of the time spent to read it. It was not always a smooth ride but it was one hell of a ride nonetheless. Thank you for this perfect ending, it really couldn't have been done any better. I am only saddened that it had to end, I wish it could have gone on longer afterward if only to see more in depth what happens to all the characters.
This series of books was one of the finest I have ever read.
the whole sword of truth series is a spellbinding and captivating tale of magic,love ,and life. I love the way Goodkind weaves his spell through all the charicters from wizards first rule all the way to confessor. Goodkind out did himself!
I have been reading Terry Goodkind's books since I was twelve. I know, I know, that's pretty young for his writing style, but I was hooked after the show (Which paled considerably in comparison to this). Anyway, these books have been there for me for a long time. For me to finally read the last Sword of Truth novel is not just the end of a series. It's the end of an era. I have learned things from Terry's books that would have taken forever for me to discover on my own. I am a better person because of Richard and Kahlan and I value myself now in ways I never thought about before. Even though there are still more Richard and Kahlan books he is coming out with for us to read, I know I will never abandon these books, and just like I have never forgotten the day I first held Wizard's First Rule in my hands, I will likewise never forget this day, the end of this series. The end of an era. These books taught me how to grow up. There is nothing I could trade to equal what Terry Goodkind has done for me through Richard and Kahlan, what God has done for me through Terry Goodkind. I have wanted to be an author since I picked up Eragon, and thanks to Richard, Kahlan, Zedd, Cara, Nicci, Adie and all the rest of the company, thanks to Terry Goodkind, I now know what it means to be one. I don't know if I will ever be a great author. I don't even know if I will have what it takes to be one. But I will have tried my best, because that's all any of us can do. I seek the truth of life for myself. My life is mine alone, and I intend to rise up and live it.
Terry Goodkind is simply amazing. He is an artist. The characters in his books are so human, so real. The depth of his writing is beautiful. There are messages to live by in these books." Focus on the solution and NOT the problem", "Accept truth. Don't be a blind follower" "By rejecting truth one embraces death"... They are highly philosophical. I can honestly say that I have come to appreciate life...to love life because of them. They opened my eyes to a whole different view of things. They have made me more confident in who I am. The power of oneself, once realized, can be one of the most powerful forces out there. "My life is my own." That being said, I can see why they are so hit and miss. I believe, to truly appreciate Goodkind's power of writing, you must hold both literature and philosophy highly. Where they are a great story, a true EPIC FANTASY, they have a depth to them that isn't grasped by a lot of people... These are not books you pick op and skim through, or read fast. If you are that kind of reader, I wouldn't expect much out of this series. You will lose the beauty of it, the underlying genius. More often than not, I hear that these books are "okay". My enthusiasm usually goes overboard at that point..."I LOVE THESE BOOKS!" I highly recommend this series to anyone who doesn't just pick up books and read them, but LIVES the books AS they read them. For those who let what they read really sink in and not just regurgitate what they see to their brain...DON'T PASS THIS SERIES BY!! Mr. Goodkind has given us something beautiful, and I for one will treasure it always.
A great end to a great series. I only wish you had more of my favorite SF authors and their books...Pournelle, Heinlein,Stirling, Drake ,and so on.
This book, in fact the final trillogy that finished this series was great. The writing, pace and characters are spot on. The only down side is that the series is finished.
This book not only tied together any loose ends and brought back together all of the remaining beloved characters but it summed up the potential damage that can be caused by fanatical religion. I was only slightly irritated by the never-ending struggles of Richard and Kahlan, but was also able to identify with them in a way. I believe that those two characters represented not only the best of humanity, but the struggles humanity experiences. Goodkind goes far beyond fantasy, since he seems to use fantasy as a cover for realities that occur religiously, psychologically, physically, governmentally, prejudicially, and philosophically. If all you want is pure fantasy, than the representative aspects of the the last three books will either disappoint or bore you. I would encourage you to look beyond the surface words, especially because it might help prepare you for "The Law of Nines". In essence Terry Goodkind is my favorite author and is a true literary artist!
I have been following the Sword of Truth Series for several years. I am happy and saddened at the same time that this book has been brought to a Conclusion by Terry Goodkind. This book is well written and I found myself going trough several emotions as I read. I had to fight the constant desire to skim and jump to the end anxious to see if Richard Survived or If Kalan pushes her captor to far and he acts on his promise to degrade and abuse her. I wanted to know why Racheal slipped off at the end of the last book. There were just so many side stories I was wondering how all of them could be brought to a satisfactory conclusion. If you are a fan or just getting started with Terry Goodkind you will not be disappointed.
Is there any doubt as to what kind of world we live in? Creation can not exsist with out Free Will and self determination. Freedom is the gift of magic bestowed upon us from the Creator. How I wish and dream to gaze upon what lie beyond the magic gate. After thousands of years in our every day real world of twisted control such bewitching stories as these eleven books written by Terry Goodkind , almost help me to believe that through freedom and self dertermintion it coud be possible to step back through that gate into the wonderful world of creative, magical possibilities.
From the very first book Wizards First Rule, Goodkind has had me spellbound. I love his way of writing and introducing new characters always and keeping the old characters fresh. He's always making it seem all hope is lost for Richard Rahl and Kahlan, but Richard always seems to pull through. Confesser did get very technical towards the end, but i think we needed a little of the background to understand the powers of Orden. And it made it that much better understanding the magic of the book. I thought he made a great ending to a wonderful series. I highly recommend this book along with the whole series. One of my favorite series i have read.
We the readers don't care what your political and / or world views are. In as much that supporting you doesn't violate some moral or ethical code we value. Devoting nearly an entire chapter on an opinionated essay towards the end of the story leaves a bad taste in your mouth. Whether I agree with your views is unimportant. The fact that you did it. Put me off your series almost entirely. I Might eventually look into reading subsequent spin offs, but you've got a long uphill battle to get me hooked on you r books again. The "end" of the story was very much Deus Ex Machina. You can and have done better work.
Riveting - Action and story keep you on the edge of your seat.
Terry Goodkind is a great author but it seems that theres ALWAYS something getting between Richard's and Kahlan's love. This whole "chainfire spell" seems to be yet another uneccasary obstacle in their story. Remember book 1 & 2? Thats two problems in just 2 books. Remember Faith of The Fallen and Soul of The Fire? Add another 2 problems right there. On top of this theres the "chainfire" problem. Thats 5 problems in SoT involving Richard's and Kahlan's love (and thats NOT counting Shota's omen about their 1st born child). Overall it was well written and deserves a buy. The ending is spetacular and unexpected. This series will always be one of my favorites.
Easily one of the best books i have ever read
In Confessor, Terry Goodkind ends a fantastic voyage we all took with Richard, Kahlan, Zedd, and all the other characters we've grown to know and love. I re-read the other ten books in the series before I started Confessor, although I probably didn't need to since the author does a fine job of recapping what has happened before. Richard and Kahlan get a proper end to their love story, as do some other characters. The Imperial Order also gets a proper ending, without compromising the nature of the characters involved. I enjoyed seeing how much characters like the Mord-Sith and Nicci have grown and changed, and what happened with some characters we hadn't seen much in the last few books. Terry Goodkind wrote a very satisfying ending to a great book series.
I cannot begin to describe how inspirational Terry Goodkind's fantasy writing is. Richard Rahl and Kahlan Amnell are probably the two most selfless, couragous, strong, and good characters I have ever encountered in any book. Although times have been tough for them throughout Goodkind's Sword of Truth series, they always strive to do what is right and fight for the betterment of mankind. Goodkind's climatic conclusion picks up right where Phantom left off, throwing the reader right into the plot. The only critique I have, which is based off of all of Goodkind's books, is that this book ends too quickly! I wanted to hear about the lives of the characters more, just to know they were all right and such. Richard Rahl's heroic actions are inspirational and his message is quite clear, "Your life is yours alone. Rise up and live it." Goodkind's works are an accurate social critique of the world around us, and he gives us the formula to live the best life we can. I highly recommend this series to avid readers who like a challenge!
This final installment kept me on the edge of my seat to find out what happened to Kahlan and Richard after Jagang got a hold of Kahlan. I finished it in 2 days because I had to know! I've fell in love with this series and was not disappointed in the final book. I thought it was a great ending to an amazing adventure but I also feel an opening was left for more. Then, I heard a new Richard and Kahlan book is coming out next year and am jumping for joy! I want to see these two finally have the time together they deserve and maybe some wizard kids and a female confessor, not male as per Shota. If you've already read the rest of the series then get this book! I totally disagree with others that the characters were changed. Kahlan was under a spell, duh, and Richard didn't stop fighting to get her well. Everyone seems to have a different take but I felt it was worth my time and this series has captured my heart in a way no others have even more so than Anne McCaffrey's dragon rider series.
Confessor was wonderful. It takes you in and makes you feel the struggle that Richard and Kahlan go through. It was a wonderful ending to the series. I hated to see it come to an end. I would recommend the Sword of Truth Series to anyone who would listen. The only problem is I wish that Terry would write more about Richard and Kahlan.
This is the final book in a series of 11. I greatly enjoyed this book and the rest of the series.
I have just finished all 11 books. I found the serious rather good, but felt it might have been two books too long. This might be because I read them one after another, so of course there was a lot of repeating. I do know at one point I thought they could have just talked Jagang to death and ended things sooner. But I read them all, straight through and did not tire of reading them, though I did skip alot of the long speaches. Don't judge the book by the tv serious, except for the names and place in time there is little in common with the books.