![]() ![]() Don't start this book expecting any real progress in the series. It's pretty pathetic writing in my opinion and Goodkind is just cashing in on the first books as we're all compelled to see how it ends. ![]() So I was just counting pages waiting for Kahlan to try to kill herself to save Richard just like every other book. The story is also completely predictable and nothing gets accomplished. I literally stopped countless times to cry out in frustration as Richard goes ON AND ON AND ON AND ON.blah blah blah blah blah. I can not stand the fact that 50% of this book is a pile of repeated social lecture and babble. As for Terry Goodkind and this series, I have had enough. Can I honestly endure another book with Jim Bond narration to get back to Sam in book 10? Maybe I could, if the series it's self was not spinning out of control into garbage. At least Bond can pronounce Kahlan correctly (ref: Book 4 narrative disaster). He has done no better with book 7 and book 8. I can't stand how Bond gives everybody with magic the voice of a simpleton and somehow makes Richard sound like Superman from an old cartoon show. I was devistated when I started book 2 in this series and Sam Tsoutsouvas was replaced by Jim Bond as the narrator. One, wings stretched wide, let out a piercing scream as it banked into a tight gliding turn, circling, once, in assessment of the five people below before stroking its powerful wings to catch its departing comrades in their swift journey west. "Just then, two more of the huge birds shot by right overhead. In the gathering gloom of dusk, his familiar tall, powerful contour seemed as if it were no more than an apparition made of shadows. A last fleeting glimmer of amber light played across his golden cape as he let the sword drop back, in place. Lightly grasping the silver pommel with two fingers, Richard lifted his sword a few inches, checking that it was clear in its scabbard. "There are two more, back there." Kahlan briefly scanned the dark jumble of rock, but she didn't see any others. He gestured over his shoulder without turning to look. That was what he'd been watching as the rest of them waited in uneasy silence. Against the darkening sky, she could just make out the shapes of three black-tipped races taking to wing, beginning their nightly hunt. "'You knew they were there, didn't you?' Kahlan asked in a hushed tone as she leaned closer. ![]()
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