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Faith of the Fallen
By Terry Goodkind

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A novel of the nobility of the human spirit.

A novel of ideas.

New York Times bestselling author Terry Goodkind returns with an
extraordinary new novel of the majestic Sword of Truth. Richard, the Lord Rahl
and the Seeker of Truth, has returned to his boyhood home, Hartland.

When a Sister of the Dark captures Richard, he makes a desperate
sacrifice to ensure that his beloved Kahlan remains free. Taken deep into the
old World and forced to labor for the tyrannical evil he's sworn to defeat, he
is determined to remain defiant even in the heart of darkness.

Kahlan, left behind and unwilling to abandon the cause of the Midlands,
violates prophecy and breaks her last pledge to Richard. Finally she will come
face to face with the architect of the terror sweeping her land-the mad
dreamwalker, Emperor Jagang.

While Kahlan faces Jagang's vast horde, Richard discovers the truth of
the Imperial Order's rule. Forced to endure his ordeal without magic, without
the Sword of Truth, without his love, he stands against the despair and
soulnumbing regime of the Old World, his hope kept alive only by the knowledge
of the rightness of his cause.

Chapter 1

She didn't remember dying.

With an obscure sense of apprehension, she wondered if the distant angry
voices drifting in to her meant she was again about to experience that
transcendent ending: death.

There was absolutely nothing she could do about it if she was.

While she didn't remember dying, she dimly recalled, at some later
point, solemn whispers saying that she had, saying that death had taken her, but
that he had pressed his mouth over hers and filled her stilled lungs with his
breath, his life, and in so doing had rekindled hers. She had had no idea who it
was that spoke of such an inconceivable feat, or who "he" was.

That first night, when she had perceived the distant, disembodied voices
as little more than a vague notion, she had grasped that there were people
around her who didn't believe, even though she was again living, that she would