From #1 New York Times bestselling author Terry Goodkind comes The First Confessor, the prequel to the Sword of Truth, for the first time hardcover
In a time before legends had yet been born...
Married to the powerful leader of her people, safe among those gifted with great ability, Magda Searus is protected from a distant world descending into war. But when her husband, a man who loved life and loved her, unexpectedly commits suicide, she suddenly finds herself alone. Because she is ungifted herself, without her husband she no longer has standing among her people, and she finds herself isolated in a society that seems to be crumbling around her.
Despite her grief, she is driven to find the reasons behind why her husband would do such a thing--why he would abandon her and her people at such a profoundly dangerous time. Though she is not gifted, she begins to discover that there may be more to her husband's suicide than anyone knew. What she finds next, no one is willing to believe.
Without anyone to help her, she knows that she must embark on a mission to find a mysterious spiritist, if she even exists, so that she may speak with the dead. This quest may also be her last chance to unravel what is really behind the mysterious events befalling her people. What she discovers along the way is that the war is going far worse than she had known, and that the consequences of defeat will be more terrifying for her and her people than she could have imagined.
As mortal peril begin to close in around her, Magda learns that she is somehow the key to her people's salvation.
Journey with Magda Searus into her dark world, and learn how true legends are born.
About the Author
TERRY GOODKIND is the author of the worldwide bestsellers making up the Sword of Truth, and the #1 New York Times bestseller The Omen Machine. He lives in Henderson, Nevada.
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The First Confessor
The Legend of Magda Searus
By Terry Goodkind
Tom Doherty AssociatesCopyright © 2012 Terry Goodkind
All rights reserved.
"I have heard it told," the old woman confided, "that there be those walking among us who can do more than merely speak with the dead."
Coming out of her distracted thoughts, Magda Searus frowned up at the woman leaning in close over her shoulder. The woman's intent expression drew heavy creases across her broad, flat brow.
"What are you talking about, Tilly?"
The woman's faded blue eyes turned to check the shadowed corners of the gloomy room. "Down in the lower reaches of the Keep, where those with exceptional talents go about their dark work, it is said that there be gifted among them who can speak with souls beyond the veil of life, those souls now in the world of the dead."
Magda placed her trembling fingers on the creases in her own brow. "Tilly, you should know better than to believe such gossip."
Tilly's gaze again lifted to search the somber room lit only by thin streamers of light coming in the slits between the ill-fitting, warped shutters. The narrow slices of light revealed specks of dust floating almost motionless above the heavy wooden worktable set hard up against the stone wall.
The table bore the age-softened evidence of dark stains, cuts, and scars collected over centuries of varied use. The edges of the thick top had been irregularly rounded over and worn smooth by the touch of countless hands that had over the passage of time given the wood a polished, chestnut-colored patina.
Sitting at the table, facing the shuttered windows, Magda stared down into memories held in a small silver box sitting alone before her as she thought of all that was lost to her.
Everything was lost to her.
"Not mere gossip," Tilly said softly, compassionately. "A friend I trust works in the nether reaches of the Keep. She knows things, sees things. She says that some of those whose work it is to know about the world of the dead have not merely spoken to those passed on, but have done more."
"More?" Magda couldn't bring herself to look up from the memories in the box. "What are you saying?"
"My friend says that the gifted down there may even have ways to bring people back from the world of the dead. What I'm saying is that maybe you could have him brought back."
Elbows on the table, Magda pressed her fingertips to her temples as she struggled to keep the tears from springing anew. She stared down at a dried flower he had once given her, a rare white flower he had climbed all day to retrieve. He had called her his young, fierce flower and said that only such a rare and beautiful thing befit her.
So why would he choose to abandon her in this way?
"Brought back? From the dead?" Magda slowly shook her head as she sighed. "Dear spirits, Tilly, what has gotten into you?"
The woman set down her wooden pail and let the washrag she was holding slip into the soapy water. She leaned down a bit more, as if to make sure that no one could hear, even though there was no one else in the cluttered, rarely used storage room.
"You have been kind to me, Mistress," Tilly said as she laid a gentle, wash-wrinkled hand on Magda's shoulder. "More kind than most folk, even when you had no need to be. Most ignore me as I go about my work. Even though I've worked here most of my life, many don't even know my name. Only you have ever asked after me, or offered me a smile, or a bite to eat on occasion when I was looking haggard. You, of all people."
Magda patted the warm, comforting hand on her shoulder. "You're a good woman, Tilly. Most people don't see the simple truth in front of them. I have offered you nothing more than common decency."
Tilly nodded. "Common decency is what most of your standing would offer only a woman born noble."
Magda smiled distantly. "We are all noble, Tilly. Every life is ..."
Magda had to swallow, fearing that another word would put her over the edge.
"Precious," Tilly finished for her.
Magda managed a smile for the woman. "Precious," she agreed at last. "Maybe I see things differently because I wasn't born noble." She cleared her throat. "But when a life is over, it is over. That is the way of life. We all are born, we live, we die. There is no coming back from beyond the veil."
Magda considered her own words and realized that they weren't entirely accurate.
It occurred to her for the first time that it might have been that he had brought death back with him, that even though he had succeeded in returning from his perilous journey to the world of the dead, perhaps he had never really escaped its grasp. Perhaps he couldn't.
Tilly fussed with the end of her apron strings as she mulled something over for a moment.
"I don't wish to upset you, Mistress," she said at last. "It is only because you have been kind to me and always treated me with respect, that I would tell you that which I would dare not speak of to another. But only if you wish to hear it. If you don't, you have but to say the word and I will never again speak of the matter."
Magda let out a deep breath. "Tell me then."
Tilly ran the side of a finger along her lower lip as she took a final glance around the somber room before speaking.
"Down in the burial vaults, Mistress, down in the tunnels running far underground near where some of the departed are placed and most visitors aren't allowed, my friend says that the wizards working for the war effort have found a way to bring the dead back to life. Though I admit that I have not seen such things with my own eyes, she swears on her soul that it be true.
"If it be true, then perhaps ... perhaps there be a way to have Master Baraccus brought back." Tilly arched an eyebrow. "You are one with the standing to ask for such indulgences."
"Do you forget so soon exactly who my husband was, Tilly? Take it from me, wizards are masters of deception. They can conjure all sorts of illusions and make them seem real."
"No, Mistress, I have not forgotten who your husband was. He was loved by many people, me included." Tilly picked up her bucket. She paused to consider Magda's words. "It must be as you say. You would know of such illusions far better than I." She dipped her head respectfully. "I must be on to my work, Mistress."
Magda watched the old woman make her way toward the door. She moved with an ever so slight, rocking, hitched stride, the result of a fall the past winter. Apparently, the broken hip had never healed properly.
Tilly turned back before reaching the door. "I didn't mean to upset you, Mistress, with talk of returning a loved one from the dead. I know how you are suffering. I only thought to help."
The woman probably couldn't begin to imagine that Magda's husband, a man of great power and ability, had already returned once from the world of the dead. After others had been lost in the attempt to answer the warning of each night's red moon, a desperate call for help from the Temple of the Winds beyond the veil, her husband had undertaken the unprecedented journey himself.
He had traveled to the world of the dead, and returned.
Magda knew that, this time, he would not be returning.
With nothing left for her in the world of life, Magda wanted only to join him.
She managed another small smile for the woman. "I know, Tilly. It's all right. Thank you for thinking to help."
Tilly pursed her lips, then thought to add something. "Mistress, perhaps you could at least visit a spiritist. Such a woman might be able to contact your husband for you. There be a woman of such ability down there. I believe those wizards consult her in their work."
"And what good could it really do to visit such a woman?"
"Perhaps you could at least speak with her and ask her to help provide the answers that would let you be at peace with what First Wizard Baraccus did. She may be able to bring you his words from beyond the veil, and put your heart at peace."
Magda didn't see how her heart could ever again be at peace.
"You may need help, Mistress," Tilly added. "Maybe First Wizard Baraccus could still somehow help to protect you."
Magda frowned at the woman across the small room. "Help to protect me? What do you mean?"
Tilly took a moment in answering. "People are cruel, Mistress. Especially to one not born noble. As the beautiful wife of the First Wizard, you are widely respected, despite being so much younger than him." Tilly touched her own short hair, then gestured at Magda. "Your long hair is a mark of your standing. You have used your position of power to speak before the council for those in the Midlands who have no voice. You alone give them voice. You are widely known and respected for that, not just because you were the wife of the First Wizard.
"But with Master Baraccus gone you have no one to protect you, to give you standing before the council or anywhere else for that matter. You may find that the world is an unfriendly place to a widow of a powerful man who herself is not gifted and was not born noble."
Magda had already considered all of that, but it was not going to be a problem she would live to face.
"Perhaps the spiritist could bring you valuable advice from beyond the grave. Perhaps your departed husband could at least explain his reasons and ease your pain as well."
Magda nodded. "Thank you, Tilly. I will think on it."
Her gaze again sank to the silver box of memories. She couldn't imagine why Baraccus had done what he had done, or that he would be able to explain it from beyond the grave. If he had wanted to explain his reasons, he'd had ample opportunities to do so. He would have at least left a letter waiting for her upon her return.
She knew, too, that there was nothing Baraccus could do from beyond the grave to protect her standing. But that didn't really matter.
A faint glow of candlelight fell across the floor as Tilly opened the door on the far side of the room.
Magda looked back over her shoulder to see Tilly standing at the open door, lever in hand.
Men, their faces in shadow, their hands clasped, stood out in the hallway.
"There are ... visitors come to see you, Mistress."
Magda turned back to the table and carefully closed the silver box of treasured memories. "Please let them in, Tilly."
Magda had known that sooner or later they would come. It appeared that it was to be sooner rather than later. She had planned to be finished with it all before they had a chance to show up. That, too, it seemed, was not to be.
Her spirits would have sunk lower, but they could go no lower. What did it matter anymore? What did any of it matter? It would soon enough be ended.
"Would you like me to stay, Mistress?"
Magda touched her fingers to the long, thick, freshly brushed hair lying over the front of her shoulder.
She had to be strong. Baraccus would want her to be strong.
"No, Tilly," she said after getting a firm command of her voice, "it's all right. Please let them in and then you may go on to your work."
Tilly bowed deeply from the waist and backed away a little as she held the door open wider for the men to enter. As soon as all seven of them had glided into the room, Tilly hurried away, closing the door behind her.CHAPTER 2
Magda slid the ornately engraved silver box to the side of the table, placing it beside a well-used collection of exquisite metalsmithing tools, semiprecious stones in divided trays, and small books filled with notes that had belonged to her husband. She let her hand rest for a moment on the table where his hands had been when he had sometimes worked at the table, late into the quiet of the night, crafting items like the extraordinary amulet he'd made when the war had begun.
When she had asked its purpose, he had said that it was an ever-present reminder of his calling come to pass, his talent, his duty, and his reason for being. He said that it represented a war wizard's prime directive: to cut the attacker down, to cut them down to their very soul. The ruby red stone in the center of the intricate lines represented the blood of the enemy.
He said that the amulet represented the dance with death.
He had worn it every day since he'd made it, but left it in the First Wizard's enclave, along with his singular black and gold outfit, a war wizard's outfit, a war wizard's battle armor, before he had stepped off the side of the Wizard's Keep and dropped several thousand feet to his death.
Magda lifted her long brown hair back over her shoulder as she turned to the seven men crossing the room. She recognized the familiar faces of six members of the council. Each face was fixed with a stony expression. She suspected that the expressions were a mask for a bit of shame they likely felt at what they had come to see done.
She had known they would come, of course, but not this soon. She had thought that they would have paid her the grace of a bit more time.
There was another man with them, his face shadowed by the hood of his loose brown habit. As they came closer, into the weak light leaking in around the closed shutters, the seventh man pushed the cowl back to rest on his rounded shoulders.
The man's black eyes were fixed on her, the way a vulture's steady gaze fixed on a suffering animal. Men often stared at her, but not in this way.
He had a short, wide, bull neck. The top of his head was covered in closely cropped, wiry black hair. Stubble darkened the lower half of his face. A high hairline made his forehead and the top of his skull look even larger. The lines and folds of his face for the most part tended to all draw in toward the center, giving his expression a pinched, pushed-in look. All his coarse features looked firm and densely packed, as if every part of the man was as hard as his reputation.
He wasn't ugly, really, merely unusual-looking. In a way, his striking visage gave him an intense, commanding air of authority.
There was no mistaking that it was the head prosecutor himself, Lothain, a man of far-reaching authority and the renown to match it. His singular features, punctuated by those black eyes, made him impossible to forget. Magda didn't know what such a man was doing with the council, carrying out the formality of a miserable little task. It seemed beneath his time.
Lothain's grim expression, fixed with weathered creases lining his leathery face, did not look as if it might be covering the slightest bit of pity, as did the expressions of the others. Magda didn't think the man was capable of uneasiness, much less shame, and certainly not pity. The hard lines of his face bore testimony to the fact that this was a man who went about his work with relentless, iron determination.
Not a full moon before, everyone had been stunned when Lothain had brought charges of treason against the entire Temple team, the men who had, at the direction of the Central Council, gathered dangerous items of magic together into the Temple of the Winds and then sent it all into the underworld for safekeeping until after the war. The trial had been a sensation. In it, Lothain had revealed that the men had gone far beyond their mission and not only locked away more than they were supposed to, but made it all but impossible to recover.
In their defense, some of them said that they believed in the Old World's efforts to save mankind from the tyranny of magic.
The convictions had ensured that Lothain's reputation had an edge to it that was as razor-sharp as the axes that had beheaded the hundred convicted wizards of the Temple team.
In a bold effort to try to undo the damage done by the traitors, Lothain himself had on his own authority then gone beyond the veil, into the underworld itself, to the Temple of the Winds. Everyone feared for him on such a journey. Everyone feared to lose a man of such ability and powers.
To everyone's relief, Lothain had returned alive, if shaken by the journey. Unfortunately, the damage done by the Temple team had proven to be greater than even he had suspected, and he had not found a way in, so he had returned without being able to repair the damage done by the Temple team he had convicted.
Lothain strolled in closer to Magda and gestured, indicating the formality of his preamble.
"Lady Searus, may I offer my condolences on the unfortunate and untimely death of your husband."
One of the council members leaned in. "He was a great man."
Lothain's sidelong glance moved the man back in line with the others.
"Thank you, Prosecutor Lothain." She glanced at the councilman who had spoken. "My husband was indeed a great man."
Lothain lifted a dark eyebrow. "And why do you suppose that such a great man, a man beloved by his people as well as his alluring young wife, would throw himself over the Keep wall to drop several thousand feet down the side of the mountain to meet his death on the rocks below?"
Magda kept her voice steady and spoke the simple truth. "I wouldn't know, Prosecutor. He sent me away for the day on an errand. When I returned, he was dead."
"Really," Lothain said in a drawl as he touched his chin and gazed off in thought. "Are you saying that you suspect that he didn't wish you to be here, to see the terrible damage a fall from that height to the rocks below would do to him?"
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I will admit I am a Goodkind fan right off the bat. However, I can be objective enough to say that some of his books were better than others. With that said: The First Confessor gives us fresh characters and a fascinating story blended wonderfully with the writing style Terry Goodkind readers fell in love with. I admit I have not read a lot of books with a heroine as the main character simply because I rarely identify with them. However, Magda Searus is easy to love; intelligent and resourceful as well as imperfect and teachable. Magda has been given a wonderful supporting cast who I quickly became involved with and cared about. I highly recommend this book to anyone who loves fantasy stories grounded in believable people or for those whose appetite for a great story is not easily sated.
1153 pages and 103 chapters quite a bargin & a musr for goodkind entusists.
This book was everything I expected and more. As a prequel (of sorts) to the Sword of Truth series, this gives much insight into characters and ideas that were only brief glimpses in a readers mind through the story of Richard and Kahlan. It took me a couple of days to read the entire book, but I will say that as will all of Terry's books, I had to fight myself to find a stopping point and put it down. Recommended to all, even if you have never read anything by Terry Goodkind previously!!!!!
I'm an avid reader, and I don't stick to one genre or one author either, although Terry Goodkind has and always will be my favorite. If you're looking for an epic story of people rising to the challenges life hands them and having the courage to come out fighting in the end, you have it here. Beautifully written, keeps you turning pages from the moment you open it. I know there has been a lot of people upset with the formatting, but I truly believe a book should be judged by what's between the covers, not how it's presented.
The book was awesome. Couldn't put it down. There were a few problems though. 1. Things were explained over and over again. I can deal with one or two times but at times I was very frustrated because I'd heard it so many times prior. 2. Too much useless information. I'm all for huge books but this seemed huge for no real reason. A lot of fat could have been trimmed from this book. 3. One of the cool things about prequels is seeing how well the author knew his story before writing it. I did not get that feeling from this book. I felt like he was just trying to explain things after the fact. In spite of those things, the book was awesome. Totally changed my views of Magda and Merritt. Terry really went out on a limb with this book and self publishing but he came out on top and did something few could even think about attemping. He delivered an amazing book without the overbearing publishers. One thing to knew readers. This is not recommended as a first book. There are some pretty big spoilers for the sword of truth series that could really hurt your first read through.
Terry Goodkind has done it yet again. He has gone back in time in the world of the Sword of Truth and the Confessors and has given more information on the events that led up to the creation. He has once again shown how versatile of an author that he is. I applaud the effort and time that he put into self publishing a book and not sticking with the mainstream norm of letting a publishing house do it and taking some of the credit of the original ideas.
I must admit, that Terry Goodkind has done something that I have rarely seen done right, that being the release of a relevant, well-written self-published story. Taking into consideration how dangerous the success of this project is in the eyes of the publishers, the main question would become "Is it any good?" First Confessor is a prequel story taking place long before the events of the Sword of Truth series. It involves the events surrounding the death of the First Wizard Barracus and his wife Magda Searus. Often these prequel stories fall flat due to the fact that we often know how they end, or at the very least we know the end results of what they are supposed to accomplish. I felt like Goodkind managed to take the time to tell a story that fills in the gaps that are especially relevant to the Sword of Truth series. He uses it as an opportunity to explain the creation of some of some of his major magical devices and people, elements that prior to this story were only hinted at. These were welcome additions that felt as though time and care had been taken to explain these concepts, making them feel more like they were introduced in the earlier books as fully developed as the explanations he offers for them here. By which I mean it feels like he always knew how things came to be and merely took the time to tell us now, versus shoe-horning some lame explanation to tell a story. One thing worth mentioning is that while this story is a prequel story, it is written for avid readers of Goodkind's work. It is written in a way in which he doesn't spend much time explaining his high level concepts regarding magic and spell-forms. There is a certain amount of expectation that the reader is always familiar with these things. As a long time reader I was happy to not be spoon-fed previously delivered explanations of how magic works in this world. This story also contains a certain amount of the now-standard Goodkind dialogue and explanation of concepts and motivations. While the magic concepts are kept tame, Goodkind cannot seem to help the way his characters like to educate and pontificate about various concepts. These concepts are quite familiar to Goodkind readers, dealing with 'life" and "prophecy". Doubtless if you are reading this story you are aware of this already and expect it. Overall I enjoyed the story and found it to be a rather fast-paced tale featuring some action and not a small amount of intrigue and political maneuvering. I walked away honestly wanting to know more about what would happen next and can only hope he decides to take time down the road to continue the adventures of Magda Searus and Wizard Merrit.
This story is significant when you consider the courage it takes to forge new paths to success. Terry has opened a brand new doorway into the world we all love and - as if that wasn't good enough - he's also provided this content through a medium that will make his storytelling easier to create and distribute....this is the reason I will buy and read anything he writes......and by the way, this book kicks ass.
I belive that Terry Goodkind can takebthese characters leagues forward. I am very interested to see how they grow. I will continue to buy and read anything Mr. Goodkind releases. The last three books that he has written have somewhatblet me down. Law of Nines was an ill attempt at removing himself from the fantasy genre. The Omen Machine just didn't get me excited like SoT did. And now there is this. When SoT was wrapping up, my dream was that Mr. Goodkind would tell the story of conflict that the people of the past went through. Where wizards and magic were much more abundant and powerful. I am very greatful that it is happening now. I hope to watch these characters and past world grow into another epic. It must be very hard for an established author to pursue self publishing a book. I admire Mr. Goodkind for trying/doing it. I do have some feedback though. The book has a lot of repetition that is absolutely uneccessary. It makes it feel stretched out for no reason. Secondly, the formatting is awful. I read on a Nook Tablet, the book loads (with publisher defauts) as 1150 pages or so. But everytime I flip a page it counts as two or three. As an example: pg 267, single page turn, now on pg 269. So effectivley, the book is half as long as advertised. With a lot of repetition/filler, it makes for very little actual story progression. Don't get me wrong. I enjoyed the book and would recomend it to any Goodkind fan. Mr. Goodkind - I ask that you remember, although the story and raw emotion of your world is a product of your gift as a Storyteller, a really good book is a product of a team of people. Each particularly advanced in some specialized nuance of publishing. An editor that takes a different perspective. A marketer that understands your target audience. A manager, of some sort, that doesnt even care about your books but knows what works/sells in the industry. All these things come together in some way that drives you (however tough the road may be) to deliver an idea that has been honed and focused into a beautiful and memorable work of art. Your last few books just havent delivered the passion I've seen from you. I feel you have become to wrapped up in the business that you have lost focus on the art. Tor, Penguin, Tor, Self-published... Where are you going next? Is it all distracting you from delivering what you are fully capable of delivering? I really don't have much of a right to critique you in this manner, I have no clue what one really goes through as a successful author. This is just my little ol' perspective.
I never read fantasy until a friend back in April 2007 suggested that I read Wizards First Rule. I got hooked, reading every book of the Sword of Truth series all the way up through Confessor, finishing the previous book the day before Confessor came out. I then read The Law of Nines, which was O.K., but not as good as the SOT series. I then read Omen Machine and felt that the characters actions and emotions were watered down and wimpy compared to the SOT series, and the Omen Machine story line starts very shortly after Confessor ends....so, when The First Confessor came out, I was a little apprehensive about buying it. However, at $8.99 and 1100+ pages I decided to take the risk. I truly love this story and how it explains so much about the origins of how events and details came to be in the SOT series. I also like the strong connection to book #4, Temple of the Winds, and now want to go and reread that. Not only would I say that Magda Searus' character is as strong as any of the main characters in the SOT series, I would say that she is my favourite. I truly cannot wait for the next book.
I have been an avid Terry Goodkind fan for many years, some of his books I liked more than others. I have to say though, that this one did not disappoint! Wether you have read his other books or are just starting, you can enjoy this one! You do not really need to know the story of Richard and Kahlan in order to enjoy this one!
I was always curious of how everything started and im very satisfied with this new book. It answered all my questions that i asked myself when i read the books , he made all connections with this book and explained how everything started! Loved it and recommend.......
This book fits in well with the other Sword of Truth books. Goodkind is a great author and I have read all the books of this series. I hope the next book is about the history of the Seeker.
This is a masterpiece! Once again Terry Goodkind has me reading with a passion for seeing and living his story in my mind. The way a book should be read. If I could have read this book in 3 days I would have, but I took it slow and savored every minute of his heart felt story. The First Confessor is a jewel and to be treasured for many years to come. THANK YOU TERRY GOODKIND!!!
Great book. Personally, I don't think it's as epic as the Sword of Truth series but if you've read the Sword of Truth series, than you will enjoy how this book ties many aspects of the Sword of Truth series together.
Awesome book, it explains things that our favorite characters are facing and how things came to about. The suspense and thrills are present and makes it difficult to put the book down. I read the book in two days.
My favorite author continues his brilliance
I loved this book! I immediately fell in love with Magda. Terry Goodkind is an amazing writer and uses vivid details that help you envision the scenes. For me, this book was not long enough and I was left craving more. Even if you haven't read the "Sword of Truth" series it's okay, I actually think i would be better to read this first.
As with all of Terry Goodkind's books, this one is an exciting story that fills in the times of the war 3000 years ago. Giving more details of how the times and things that happened before The Sword of Truth series. Explains a lot about the Sword of Truth came about and also the Confessor's of which Kahlan is the last of the line. I could not put it down until I was finished with it. Would like to see this become a series that predates the Sword of Truth and fill in even more about this world.
Candy W I loved this book and now I want more Magda and Merritt! I am a huge fan of Terry Goodkind and I can't get enough. I love it in e-book form, it's great. I don't care what I read his books on as long as I can read them and e-book form is so much more affordable. I only have one problem with Terry Goodkinds' books, he can't write fast enough. Keep 'em coming Terry you're the best! By the way, when is the supplemental content for this book coming?
Another great book! I'm sad I've finished it, but it makes me want to read the series all over again.
Loved every minute! Another excellent book from Terry Goodkind. I hope he continues to tell the story of Magda and Meritt.
If you loved his Sword Of Truth series you`ll love this book. Same great style and enthusiam we have grown to love from Mr. Gooodkind. Unlike the Omen Machine, this book has heart. Great read.
Lovers of the Sword of Truth series will enjoy this book, as well as anyone else who likes a good fantasy epic. Looking forward to more work from this author!
Reminded me how great the sword of truth series is!