terry goodkind sword of truth full 17 book series

Startled chickens squawked in fright as they scattered out of the way. If only it would hold off.Īs they raced along, the unpainted wooden walls of a small building came into view, followed by a twisting livestock fence weathered to a silver gray. That's how he felt now-alone.Īs they broke from the timber into a thinly wooded, rough field of clumped grass, Richard saw above the leafy limbs a leaden sky threatening to unleash torrents of rain. He remembered hearing it once said that when you died, no matter how many people were there with you, you died all alone. Richard observed the storm of activity swirling around him with an odd sense of detachment. Not far off, a rooster crowed into the still air, as if this were an ordinary morning like any other. They tried to be as gentle as possible, but they never dared to slow. She misunderstood and instead urged the men carrying him to hurry, even though they were already panting with the effort of bearing him over the rocky ground in the deep shade among the towering pines. He clutched the arm of the woman beside him, desperate to get them to stop, to get them to listen. Richard struggled to put voice to his burning concern, but he couldn't form the words, couldn't get out any more than a gasping moan. It was all he could do to try to draw each crucial breath. The crushing pain in the left side of his chest and his need for air had him at the ragged edge of panic. He knew that he knew them, but right then it just didn't seem to matter. «Most of it, I'm afraid,» a second woman said as they both rushed along beside him.Īs Richard fought to focus his mind on his need to remain conscious, the breathless voices sounded to him as if they were coming from some great dim distance.

«How much of this blood is his?» a woman asked.

Terry goodkind sword of truth full 17 book series