The Omen Machine (Richard and Kahlan Series #1) by Terry
Originally Posted by mre I think Goodkind has killed Salazar. :(Magda again ran her fingers over the letters as Merritt stepped up beside her at the workbench. His gaze scanned the tools off to the side.Its called a confession flower Magda frowned. Really ? A Confession Flower ? Why would it be called that ? Because a confession is a revelation of the truth. Truth is pure. White is pure. Thus the name. Thats a lovely name, for a lovely flower, she said as she replaced the flower and closed the lid. Maybe you could come watch me make something, somedayMerritts eyes filled with tears as he stared up at her. His voice broke with emotion. Do you know how many good men have died trying to recreate these formulas ? Died making wild guesses in the dark ?I dont need you to be gifted Then what do you need me for ? Ill need your bloodMagda glanced toward the call of unseen creatures echoing out from the darkness . . . The dark shadow of Merritt behind her felt like she was being haunted by a spirit.The air smelled like rain was imminent. Magda was resigned to getting wet. She could also smell the dry pine needles matting the ground, along with the occasional balsam trees or swaths of cinnamon ferns beside the trail.How much blood will it take ?Merritt stepped closer. He swept his hair back. Lightning cast his handsome features in stark light and black shadows.The Grace represents the interconnection of everything, the world of life and the world of the dead, Additive and Subtractive, as well as the spark of the gift that runs through it all.Youre something else, Magda Searus. He slowly shook his head. You really areMagda lay back against the log, watching the lightning flicker deep in the clouds overhead, turning them a greenish colour inside. The lightning danced from place to place, running in jumping, jagged lines as it ripped across the sky, causing a great cracking, booming sound in its wake. She could feel the deep rumble of thunder through the sandy ground. Something about that greenish colour tickled at the back of her mind, but she couldnt seem to bring it forthIt felt like someone had pushed a knitting needle through her left side and taken a big stitchThe air above the sword ignited with a massive jet of flame that shot upward. Even at the distance she was, the heat of it felt as if it might burn her flesh from her bonesBlack lightning, dark as death itself, crackled through allMagda was dimly aware that she was lying on something soft. She slitted her eyes, squinting. The light hurt her eyes.She could only remember bits and pieces of him, bent over her. holding her head, as the rain poured down on them.Magda laid the blade down the length of her body, feeling the satisfying weight of it against her. The hilt rested on her chest just beneath her chin.It felt so good holding it, knowing that they had done it, that she never wanted to let it go. Originally Posted by Veelk Salazar, which would you say is the best Goodkind book and can you direct me to your read through of it? Originally Posted by mre How much more is there to the book? Originally Posted by Veelk Salazar, which would you say is the best Goodkind book”Are you sure that you’re alright ?” Merritt asked in a quiet voice as they made their way up the broad hallway. “I know I would feel more confident in your recovery if you had gotten more rest. You’ve been through quite an ordeal””Don’t I look fine ?” she asked. Merritt finally smiled. “Yes you certainly do look fine”. His face reddened. “I mean, you look like you’ve regained your strength”. Magda smiled at his look of embarrassment.But here he was grinning as if he were at a ball and full of wine.”I’m reassured and pleased !”Magda fisted her hands in fury as she marched away.He heaved a sigh of bottled exasperation. “Where are we going, anyway ?””If they charged her with being a spy and sentenced her to death, maybe it’s because someone has a reason to want her dead. Maybe it’s to shut her up. So if that’s true and they want to shut her up, then why didn’t they just put her to death immediately after finding her guilty ?” Merritt leaned closer and arched and [sic] eyebrow. “If they want her dead, then why have they kept her alive for this long ?””The thing that worries me,” Magda said, “is that these dungeon guards might not necessarily be the reasonable type”Before she could rest, though, they needed to get down to the dungeon. That was the prime concern. If the sorceress was still alive, they had to talk to her.”Yes, what if,” she said, lowering her voice, “what if the killer was one of these dead men ?”This place had required a great deal of muscle, sweat, and effort to construct. All to confine evil. At least, that had been the original intent.At the bottom of the long steep descent a pair of burly men waited. They had clearly heard the visitors to the dungeon approaching. Both were shirtless and as round-shouldered and hairy as bears.There hanging by chains from manacles attached to the wrists of her spread arms, was a bloody, naked woman.The woman in the center of the inner room hanging by her wrists appeared to be nearly unconscious. She barely slitted her eyelids to see in the dim greenish light from the light sphere who was entering her cell. Only her eyes moved to take in Magda and MerrittMagda started to turn away. Ill go get the right key from the guards. Merritt caught her arm, stopping her. I have the right key.With a finger, Magda lifted some of the jet black hair back off the womans face. Whats your name ? Naja Moon It was a name as exotic as the womans looks.Before Magda could ask anything else, Najas eyes winced closed as she endured a shudder of pain. When the stitch of agony eased up, she struggled to catch her breath as she rested, huddled in Magdas warm embrace.Now that the surge of excitement from being cut down from the chains was wearing off, it was clear that Najas strength was flagging. By the twitches of her brow, Magda could see that even though she didnt complain, she was enduring increasingly serious waves of pain.Merritt looked more than a little skeptical.Well, well, the guard in front said. A depraved grin widened as he spotted Naja in Magdas shadow. Look who we have out here in the lightNaja had Magdas knife. The woman struck like lightning. The blade slashed the first guards throat open from the side of his neck under his right ear clean across the windpipe. Blood erupted in great throbbing gouts from a severed artery at the side of his neck. His open windpipe blew clouds of red mist as he struggled to breathe/They both took turns having their way with me, Naja said defiantly. If I had had the time, I would not have given them the mercy of a swift deathMagda carefully slid the flimsy door aside just enough to peek through the small opening. At the moment she didnt see anyone out in the passageway through the catacombs, but a few minutes earlier she had seen two wizards, deep in conversation, hurry by.Chickens can move and flop for hours after their heads are cut off. They have no heartbeat either, Naja said, and that doesnt even involve magic Originally Posted by Dead Man How do you do this?Naja Moon It was a name as exotic as the womans looks. Originally Posted by The Technomancer I fucking lost it here. Originally Posted by Map of Shame: The day Legend of the Seeker trended at #19 worldwide Merritt folded his arms across his chest. How much, exactly, do you really know about all of this ? How complete is your understanding of it ?Magda had to remind herself to breathe. Dear spirits, I never thought of thatThey are very difficult to stop. If you cut them, they dont bleed. If you chop off an arm, they dont feel it and will attack with the one they have left. If you cut off their legs they will use their arms to continue to pull themselves after youEven then, if a disembodied arm is close, it will try to grab you, try to attach itself to your leg to slow you down, or if it manage to use the fingers to pull itself across the ground into camp at night, it might clamp on a sleeping soldiers throat to choke them to death. But as you might expect, body pieces dont have much of an ability to come after a person, so they arent nearly so serious a threatHe seeks to destroy the world of life as we know it, purging it of those people with souls. That would leave only the dead which he can control and the half people, who, as I said, arent really alive in the conventional sense. Then, the lifeless half people would rule a lifeless worldYes, we appreciate it, Naja, Merritt said. Your help will be invaluable. So what was the calamity you mentioned ? An unexpected complexity developed in the emperors plan. The half people he created took to eating humansThey even suck the brains out of the skullSome things have happened Merritt saidTheres a lot of rush planning going on. Something big is in the works for tomorrow afternoon in the council chambers. I dont know what but it only makes sense that it would be the naming of the new First WizardI need to do some experiments and try some thingsShadow meowed and came running when Magda opened the door. The black cat rubbed against her leg, and then against Merritt. Magda leaned down and briefly scratched the cat’s back.Magda smiled at the memory of the stunning sorceress. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a woman that beautiful”. Merritt’s eyes searched hers. “She’s not nearly as beautiful as you, Magda,” he said in a quiet voice that surprised her with not only the words themselves but the sincerity in his tone.When he strolled into the room, Lothain swept out an arm, lighting a few more of the lamps, all the better to see his bull neck, short wiry hair, and his black eyes as they fixed on her”You’re crazy if you think —””That’s enough”, Lothain said in a dangerous tone. “It’s time you learned your place”There, tied in a chair, sagged a weeping Tilly. She was a bloody mess”Yes, First Wizard Lothain, I accept your proposal of marriage. I’ll do it. I’ll do as you say”In the depths of her despair, as the men were dragging Magda down the hall, in a cystal-clear instant of inspiration, it came to her. Magda knew what she had to do. More clearly than anything she had ever known before, Magda knew what she had to do.”Are you sure, Mistress ?””It’s perfect for the purpose” “The purpose ?” “My rebirth” The woman blinked. The others, getting out shears and preparing all the needles and thread, shared furtive looks, but said nothingLothain had told his men that they should remain in the hallway outside the apartment all night to make sure that no one went in and that she didn’t leaveMagda staggered to a stop. She put her hands on her knees as she caught her breath. Her legs ached. In fact, her whole body ached. She knew that Merritt was right about her needing rest. That inexorable requirement after giving herself over to the completion of the sword was rapidly catching up with her. Her lungs burned, making her coughAhead in the darkness, still off a ways [fucking seriously ? off a ways ?] on the narrow street, she saw a group of men coming toward her. They werent carrying any lamps, so it was hard to tell how many there were, but the bunch of them looked to be a goodly number.And then she saw a small piece of green cloth snagged on one of the metal objects standing nearby. It was the same wool material and the exact same green color as the tunics worn by the soldiers of the prosecutors office [...] It was too much to be a coincidenceAs she ran out the door of his house, she knew only that she had to get Merritt away from those big soldiers in those green tunicsMagda raced down dirt alleyways, jumped fences, and cut through yards, taking a diagonal course through the city rather than take the easier but longer route along the streets [...] Once, she encountered an impassable barrier of stacked junk at the end and had to retrace her steps, going around the other side, only to be stopped by a tall fence. She managed to pull herself up and over the fence so that she didnt have to find another routeThe Keep was immense. There were places all over the Keep where they could hide him.Let him go and your lives will be spared, she said. You are surrounded. Do as I say or you will all die. Ill not warn you againExquisite rage thundered through every fiber of her beingThe blade won the race. With a loud crack it intercepted the side of the wizards skull. Fragments of bone and gore filled the night. Originally Posted by questionmark Thought you were off a ways.Merritt, in the iron collar and hand restraints, struggled to get to his feet. Once up, he rushed to stand over her, a small, proud smile lighting his faceuse me to create a ConfessorMerritt tilted his head toward her as his eyes narrowed. You want me to alter you into a Confessor ?We dont have a choice. We have to tryMagda heard a rustling sound and looked up to one of the great branches of the ancient oak. There, perched in a crook on the limb, a raven ruffled its feathers. She looked into the ravens black eyes as it sat quietly watching her. The last time she had seen a raven had been down in the maze when the dead man had been chasing herShe let out a last scream as she died Originally Posted by Salazar Originally Posted by Clevinger Has this guy been shooting heroin next to his sword of truth? Originally Posted by Salazar Besides, the h is kinda indistinct. Sword of Trut. Originally Posted by Ivan Held (publisher), Terry's wife Jeri, Terry, and Susan Allison (editor - although her right to this description is extraordinarily questionable) I love photographing authors. I have never met one that wasn’t incredibly intense. A number of my subjects have had a serious preoccupation with firearms. (Clancy, Parker) but they don’t usually wear them. When Terry Goodkind answered his front door, he sported a 45mm Glock on his belt. Now I am not a gun guy, and that lack of familiarity breeds a certain diffidence when they are around, so I asked if I was in peril. His look implied that the jury was out until we got to know each other. Sometimes getting along is not a choice. We talked about it later, and I couldn’t really argue with the idea that, like a cell phone, if you decide to own a gun, it doesn’t do you a lot of good sitting at home under your pillow. Terry is very smart, very focussed, and, yes, strongly opinionated … and man, he’s got some wheels. Originally Posted by Rapstah Terry Goodkind lives like villains do in straight-to-VHS porn parodies of parodies of Bond films.People had gathered in great numbers. They crowded around the towering, polished black marble columns to each side of the gallery leading toward the council chambers and gathered beside the statues of robed figures , leaning around the people in front of them, rising up on tiptoes, all trying to seea terrifying monster withinEmotion did not play a part in truth, only reality did.Lothain’s gaze drifted down the length of her again, at the way the dress was cut to fit every curve. the sight brought his own, unreadable thoughts behind his black eyes”You accuse me of treason because I was seen outside at night ? Where is your proof of such a charge !” Magda called across the dais”The truth has value” Tilly whisperedSome in the crowd lifted fists, shouting their anger that this was the source of the mysterious murders, the war going so poorly, and all their other troubles, echoing the sentiment that both Tilly and Magda should be executed immediately”Because I am a champion of truth” “Champion of truth ? You’re a nobody !”It was a dead silent, pristine instant of the ignition of a fierce new power unleashed into the world for the first timeBoth men disintegrated in blackened bits of flesh and bone. As they hit the floor, unrecognizable, gooey, sooty fragments spilled out from their uniforms and across the floor in the direction they had been running. There was nothing recognizable left. The air smelled of burned flesh and hair. Originally Posted by Rapstah Terry Goodkind lives like villains do in straight-to-VHS porn parodies of parodies of Bond films.Now, Magda said to Lothain as a winded Merritt joined her at her side. I want you to tell everyone here who you are loyal to. The crowd, never having seen the likes of such an event and not understanding what was really going on, inched closer.In part, I used the calculations for a seventh-level breach Merritt explained with casual finality. Eyebrows around the room lifted. Wizards shared grim looks.Are there dream walkers here, now, secretly hiding in peoples minds, watching us right now ? Yes, Mistress She hadnt considered that.They began choking on blood and coughing it out in thick gobsA good many people did as she had commanded. How can such a thing be possible one of the confused-looking wizards asked. Theres no way for a remote bond to accomplish something like that Yes there is ! Merritt answered. I know because I helped him create it. Just as a dream walker can function remotely, so can the bond to Lord Rahl. I know because I ran the integrity check myself, from inside the verification web.Im afraid, Magda told the people who were now more than eager to hear what else she might reveal, that besides the dream walkers there are other dangers among us here at the KeepAnyone else ? she asked Lothain Originally Posted by Best Jagang unrecognizable burning black massThis sham of a Confessor power is an evil contrivance of an unscrupulous wizard meant to thwart the common good and control our lives !The elder staggered back a step, his hands clawing as his flesh blackened and boiled. he only had time to let out the briefest of cries before his shriveling flesh melted and sloughed away, leaving the top of his skull exposed. His eye sockets opened up as his eyes liquefied. His shriveled lips fell away, revealing a skeletal grin. Elder Cadell collapsed dead across the council desk, a smoking corpse Originally Posted by t-ramp Wow, this is quite the thread. Good work. I quit reading the series once the philosophy became suffocating, not sure how many books in that was.Councilman Clay watched as he two treasonous councilmen were led away. “At least Magda can use her power on them and discover if anyone else is involved””When you hear the words ‘tyranny of magic’ as we heard from Elder Cadell, you will know that it is the calling card of killers. Don’t be fooled by their platitudes that it is for the common good. Their real purpose is to strip us of our abilities so that they may more easily conquer and rule us””The first thing we need to do” Magda said when the crowd had finally quieted, “is to seal the catacombs”Councilman Hambrook sighed in resignation. “I have to admit, that makes sense. I wouldn’t want to risk loved ones”As Magda and Merritt made their way from the walkway around the inside of the great tower and into the stone room with the sliph’s well, Quinn heard their footsteps and looked back over his shoulder. Seeing who it was, he set down his pen and stood. Smiling, eager to see them, he flipped his journal closed and put it back with all the others.”Quinn” Magda said, gathering her thoughts to move on to the reason for coming down to the sliph’s room in the first place, “Merritt and I need to tell you about some important matters””Baraccus left the formulas for Merritt to find” Magda told him. “With the calculations he needed, Merritt was able to complete the key” Quinn stared at her. “The key to the power of Or- Or-” he stammered. “Orden” Merritt finished.”Hide it ?” Quinn shook a finger at the sword on Merritt’s hip. “Bags, Merritt ! You’re wearing the thing in plain sight !”Merritt smiled. “Magda named it the Sword of Truth, so that’s what it will be—a tool, a weapon in its own right, as its own end. It has powerful magic designed around truth in order to protect the power of Orden, not just unlock it, so it will have a purpose—seeking truth—that will give it a purpose, a life of its own, a reason to explain its existence”Merritt waggled the journal. “We’ll hint at it in books of magic, information, records and history. That’s how I came to the belief that the key had to be a sword. You’re always recording history of the Keep. You need to create a false history, for the false key. Create a better idea of what the key should be, one that makes more sense to people, so that they believe in the diversion we create” Quinn nodded thoughtfully. “Wizard’s First Rule”“You could even call it that”, Merritt said. “Name it Shadows, or something” “That’s too simple” Magda said. “Sounds like my cat’s name. It would work better as a diversion if it sounded like it functioned as a key. LIke it contained methods for unlocking answers. It needs a more mysterious title” Quinn frowned. “Like what ?” Magda thought for a moment. It came to her, then. “How about The Book of Counted Shadows ?” Originally Posted by Salazar Bags, lol.Facing intense online criticisms against his insensitive posting of a quote from American fantasy writer, Terry Goodkind, PAP MP Zainudin Nordin has apologized to the public. In an e-mail reply to The Straits Times yesterday (10 May), Mr Zainudin said he had been sharing quotes he found interesting on his Facebook. Mr Goodkinds quote was, in his view, provocative but also delivered a clear message that democracy operates on the principle of majority rule, whether or not the choice of the majority is morally right or supports the overall good. My only intent was to present my view that each individual has a choice and each decision comes with tremendous responsibilities. Hence, to follow a majority mob might be democracy, but it is democracy in its basest form. As a part of the quote says, and I agree: Democracy in and of itself is not necessarily good, he said. I hope that Netizens will see the quote its in entirety. I never for a moment intended to offend anyone and I apologise sincerely for the unintended offence which the posting has caused. Mr Zainudin, the MP of Bishan-Toa Payoh GRC posted the controversial quote on his Facebook page on Monday (6 May) (MP Zainudin posts controversial quotation on Facebook: Gang rape is democracy in action). Mr Goodkind was essentially saying that democratic rule could result in the tyranny of the majority and sanctify mob rule, suppressing the minority and their individual rights. However, in his comment, Mr Goodkind used the extreme example of gang rape to illustrate his point of the tyranny of the majority. He said, Gang rape, after all, is democracy in action. Mr Goodkind made the comment during an interview in which he criticised Americas attempt to enforce democracy in Iraq. However, many netizens, especially women, took offence to Mr Zainudin using a quote mentioning gang rapeRichard saw the point of a sword blade sticking out from between the man’s shoulder blades. He spun back toward Richard after throwing the woman out the opening , ready to attack. It seemed impossible, but the man looked unaffected by the blade that had impaled him through the chest. It was then, in the weak light from the fire pit off to the side, that Richard got his first good look at the killer. Three knives were buried up to their brass cross-guards in the man’s chest. Only the handles were showing. Richard saw, too, the broken end of a sword blade jutting out from the center of the man’s chest. The point of that same blade stuck out from the man’s back. Richard recognized the knife handles. All three were the style carried by the men of the First File. He looked from those blades that should have killed the big man, up into his face. That was when he realized the true horror of the situation, and the reason for the unbearable stench of death.“Outstanding…Characters who actually behave like adults. Highly recommended.” San Diego Union-Tribune “Goodkind’s greatest triumph: the ability to introduce instantly identifiable characters. His heroes, like us, are not perfect. Instead, each is flawed in ways that strengthen, rather than weaken their impact.” SFX “Few writers have Goodkind’s power of creation.” Publishing News “Teeming with violence, treachery, and intrigue.” Publishers Weekly “Eminently readable.” Booklist “A tour de force of mesmerizing storytelling.” RT Book ReviewsThe bloodthirsty Jit is dead, and against all odds Richard and Kahlan have survived. But a new menace has attacked them in the Dark Lands. Infected with the essence of death itself, robbed of his power as a war wizard, Richard must race against time to uncover and stop the infernal conspiracy assembling itself behind the wall far to the north. His friends and allies are already captives of this fell combination, and Kahlan, also touched by death′s power, will die completely if Richard fails. Bereft of magic, Richard has only his sword, his wits, his capacity for insight - and an extraordinary companion, the young Samantha, a healer just coming into her powers. Originally Posted by Salazar So much to love in that synopsis. Infected with the essence of death itself. The infernal conspiracy which ASSEMBLES ITSELF. An unspecified "fell combination". Richard being brutally nerfed yet again. You would assume, naively, that "the essence of death itself" would kill you straight up. It doesn't sound like a regular fever.and Kahlan, also touched by death′s power, will die completely if Richard fails. Originally Posted by Clevinger As opposed to just dying partially if Richard fails. Originally Posted by Clevinger As opposed to just dying partially if Richard fails. Originally Posted by Computer He's still writing about Richard and Kahlan? Originally Posted by Clevinger As opposed to just dying partially if Richard fails. Originally Posted by mre What... You've never seen the Princess Bride? Originally Posted by Robustly phallic cover Originally Posted by Captivity and potted anthropological survey of the Shun-tuk. Our tale begins, and abruptly ceases mid-word. “We should eat them now, before they die and go bad,” a gruff voice said. Richard was only distantly aware of the low buzz of voices. Still only half conscious, he wasn’t able to figure out who was talking, much less make sense of what they were talking about, but he was aware enough to be disturbed by their predatory tone. “I think we should trade them,” a second man said as he tightened the knot in the rope he had looped around Richard’s ankles. “Trade them?” the first asked in a heated voice. “Look at the bloody blankets they were wrapped in and the blood all over the floor of the wagon. They’d likely die before we could ever trade them, and then they’d go to waste. Besides, how could we carry them both? The horses for their soldiers and the wagon are all gone, along with anything else of value.” The second man let out an unhappy sigh. “Then we should eat the big one before anyone else shows up. We could carry the smaller one easier and then trade her.” “Or save her and eat her later.” “We’d be better off trading her. When else would we ever get a chance like this to get as much as she would fetch?” As the two men argued, Richard tried to reach out to the side to touch Kahlan lying close up against him, but he couldn’t. He realized that his wrists were bound tightly together with a coarse rope. He instead pushed at her with his elbow. She didn’t respond. Richard knew that he needed to do something, but he also knew that he would first need to summon not just his senses, but his strength, or he would have no chance. He felt worse than weak. He felt feverish with an inner sickness that had not only drained his strength but left his mind in a numb fog. He lifted his head a little and squinted in the dim light, trying to see, trying to get his bearings, but he couldn’t really make out much of anything. When his head pushed up against something, he realized that he and Kahlan were covered with a stiff tarp. Out under the bottom edge he could see a pair of vague, dark silhouettesNo shit. That's how silhouettes work at the end of the wagon beyond his feet. One man stepped closer and lifted the bottom of the tarp while the other looped a rope around Kahlan’s ankles and tied it tight, the way they had done with Richard. Through that opening Richard could see that it was night. The full moon was up, but its light had a muted quality to it that told him the sky was overcast. A slow drizzle drifted through the still air. Beyond the two figures a murky wall of spruce trees rose up out of sight. Kahlan didn’t move when Richard pushed his elbow a little more forcefully against her ribs. Her hands, like his, lay nested at her belt line. His worry about what might be wrong with her had him struggling to gather his senses. He could see that she was at least breathing, although each slow breath was shallow. As he gradually regained consciousness, Richard realized that besides feeling weak with fever of some sort, he hurt all over from hundreds of small wounds.Hundreds ? Are you sure ? A body only has so much goddamn skin. Some of them still oozed blood. He could see that Kahlan was covered with the same kinds of cuts and puncture wounds. Her clothes were soaked in blood. But it was not only the blood on the two of them that worried him. Damp air rolling in under the tarp carried an even heavier smell of blood from out beyond the men. There had been people with them, people who had come to help them. His level of alarm rose past his ability to gather his strength. Richard could feel the lingering effects of being healed, and he recognized the shadowy touch of the woman who had been healing him, but since he still ached from cuts and bruises, he knew that while the healing had been started, it hadn’t gone beyond that start, much less been completed. He wondered why. On his other side, the side away from Kahlan, he heard something missing verb dragged across the floor of the wagon. “Look at this,” the man with the gruff voice said as he pulled it out. For the first time, Richard could see the size of the man’s muscled arms as he reached in and lifted the object he had dragged closer. The other man let out a low whistle. “How could they have missed that? For that matter, how could they have missed these two?” The bigger man glanced around. “Messy as everything looks, it must have been the Shun-tuk.” The other’s voice lowered with sudden concern. “Shun-tuk? You really think so?” “From what I know of their ways, I’d say it was them.” “What would the Shun-tuk be doing out here?” The big man leaned toward his companion. “Same as us. Hunting for those with souls.” “This far from their homeland? That seems unlikely.”Shades of Monty Python carrier pigeon dialogue “With the barrier wall now breached, what better place to hunt for people with souls? The Shun-tuk would go anywhere, do anything, to find such people. Same as us.” He lifted an arm around in a quick gesture. “We came out to hunt these new lands, didn’t we? So would the Shun-tuk.” “But they have a vast domain. Are you sure they would venture out?” “Their domain may be vast and they may be powerful, but the thing they want most they don’t have. With the barrier wall breached they can hunt for it, now, the same as us, the same as others.” The other man’s gaze darted about. “Even so, their domain is distant. Do you really think it could be them? This far out from their homeland?” “I’ve never encountered the Shun-tuk myself, and I hope not to.” The big man raked his thick fingers back through his wet, stringy hair as he scanned the dark line of trees. “But I’ve heard that they hunt other half people just for the practice until they can find those with souls. “This looks like their way. They usually hunt at night. With prey out in the open like this, they strike fast and hard with overwhelming numbers. Before anyone has time to see them coming, or to react, it’s over. They usually eat some of those they fall upon, but they take most for later.” “Then what about these two? Why would they leave them?” “They wouldn’t. In their rush to eat some of those they captured and to take the rest back with them, they must have missed these two hidden under the tarp.” The smaller man picked at a splinter at the end of the wagon bed for a moment as he carefully scanned the countryside. “I hear it told that Shun-tuk often come back to check for returning stragglers.” “You heard true.” “Then we should be away from here in case they come back. Once they are overcome with the blood lust, they would devour us without hesitation.” Richard felt powerful fingers grip his ankle. “I thought you wanted to eat this one before he dies and his soul can leave him.” The other man took hold of Richard’s other ankle. “Maybe we should take him to a safe place, first, where the Shun-tuk wouldn’t be so likely to come across us and interfere. I would hate to be surprised once we get started. We can get a good price for the other. There be those who would pay anything for one with a soul. Even the Shun-tuk would bargain for such a person.” “That’s a dangerous idea.” He thought it over briefly. “But you’re right, the Shun-tuk would pay a fortune.” The wolfish hunger was back in the bigger man’s voice. “This one, though, is mine.” Lol, these motherfuckers are gonna write a book about the Shun-tuk before we get anywhere “There’s plenty for both of us.” The other grunted. He seemed already lost in private cravings. “But only one soul.” “It belongs to the one who devours it.” “Enough talk,” the big man growled. “I want at him.”Homoeroticism siren As Richard was dragged out of the wagon, he was still struggling to gather his wits in order to make some kind of sense of the strange things he was hearing. He remembered well the warnings about the dangers of the Dark Lands. He was aware enough to realize that for the moment his life depended on not letting the two men know that he was beginning to come around. As he was swiftly dragged by his ankles clear of the wagon bed, his upper body dropped to the ground. Even though he tried to round his shoulders, with his hands tied he couldn’t use them or his arms effectively to keep his head from whacking the rocky ground. The pain was shockingly sharp, followed by an enveloping, inviting blackness that he knew would be fatal if he couldn’t fight it off. He focused on the surroundings, looking for an escape route, to try to keep his mind engaged. From what he was able to see in the murky moonlight, the wagon sat alone and desolate in the wilderness. The horses were gone. While he didn’t see anyone else about, he did spot bones nearby. The bones were not bleached by weather, but stained dark with dried blood and bits of flesh. He could see gouges where teeth tried to scrape every bit of tissue from the bones.I thought it was murky and dark. How can he see this shit ? The bones were human. He recognized, too, shreds of uniforms. They were the uniforms of the First File, his personal bodyguards. Some of them, at least, had apparently given their lives defending Richard and Kahlan. The smaller man still had hold of Richard’s ankle, apparently unwilling to let go of his prize. The other man stood to the side, looking at the thing he had pulled across the floor and out of the wagon. Richard realized that it was his sword. The man holding the sword pulled Kahlan partway out from under the tarp. Her lower legs bent at the knees and swung lifelessly from the end of the wagon bed. While the man was distracted looking at her, Richard used the opportunity to sit up and lunge, trying to snatch his sword. The man yanked it back out of the way before Richard could get his fingers around the hilt. With his hands and feet tied, h...It seemed impossible, but the man looked unaffected by the blade that had impaled him through the chest. Originally Posted by The Technomancer Really? How much magical shit has Richard been through? Originally Posted by Goodkind Reddit AMA. Oh man, you say some amazing shit about your books. It is a grievous error to connect Mord-Sith to the S&M "scene" in any way, period.
Cara (daughter)Du Chaillu was the spirit woman and therefore leader of the Baka Tau Mana, formerly known as the Baka Ban Mana. She was rescued from her people's enemies, the Majendi, by Richard Rahl and after he defeated thirty of Du Chaillu's greatest blade masters, she named him the Caharin of her people. She had the power to annul certain forms of magic. Du Chaillu is captured by the Majendie, who have repeatedly raped her, when she meets Richard Rahl, who saves her. She leads Richard and Verna Sauventreen to the grounds of her people, where she orders 30 of her people's swordmasters, including her five husbands, to attack him. Richard is forced to use a, to him previously unknown, part of the Sword of Truth's magic and 'dance with the spirits,' essentially using the knowledge and experience of every Seeker before him to defeat the swordmasters, a feat never done before. After he kills the swordmasters Du Chaillu reveals that this was a test prepared for by her people for the last 3000 years. That he passed the test showed that he was the Caharin, the leader of her people and her husband. Richard rejected their marriage, but it was valid in the eyes of the spirits. Richard's title as Caharin also meant that the name of Du Chaillu's people was changed from Baka Ban Mana, those without masters, to Baka Tau Mana, those with a master. Du Chaillu told Richard that the true home of her people, the Valley of the Lost was destroyed by wizards and that only he could return them there. Before Richard left he left a gift from the Bird Man of the Mud People, a whistle which attracts birds, for Du Chaillu to use to make peace with the Majendi. She would offer them peace, and when they declined she would make birds eat their crops, making the Majendi believe the spirits were angry at them, and accept peace to please the spirits. He also asked her to keep the baby she had got because of the rape she had endured in the Majendi village. He argued that she should not blame the child for the actions of the father, comparing it to him and his father Darken Rahl (who also conceived Richard by raping his mother), a tyrant who caused the death of thousands. Later on Richard returns and, helped by Du Chaillu's ability to nullify magic, destroys the Towers of Perdition, effectively returning the Valley of the Lost to its former glory, a prosperous area with forests and fields. Du Chaillu travels with Richard and Kahlan in Soul of the Fire while she is with child. During this she is attacked by one of the Chimes which drowns her. Luckily she is found by the others and is saved by Cara using the Breath of Life. At the end of the book, she gives birth to her daughter (insisting that she is Richard's daughter as well) and names her Cara, after the Mord-Sith who saved her life. Du Chaillu had a thick mass of long black hair that framed her lovely face. Her features, especially her dark eyes, had a certain edginess. Du Chaillu would often wear her spirit woman prayer dress; a knee length dress of finely woven flax, dyed a rich earth color and gathered at the waist with a buckskin belt. The ends of her belt were decorated with roughly cut gemstones. Up the outside and across the shoulders of the dress there would be little stripes of different colored cloth, meant to represent the prayers of her people. They would be carried off to the good spirits when the wind blew, fluttering the colored strips out behind her. She is married to Richard Rahl. Her people are extremely adept warriors capable of defeating almost any adversary in combat. She informs Richard Rahl that he is the subject of a prophecy of the Baku Tau Mana and is destined to lead them in battle. This subplot is never resolved, and despite the immense help her warrior clan could have been against Jagang they are never mentioned again.