The Children of D'Hara by Terry Goodkind

Author:Terry Goodkind [Goodkind, Terry]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781789541328
Publisher: Head of Zeus

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Richard’s muscles burned with exhaustion as he fought against the vines trying to pull his arms away. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold on much longer. The Mord-Sith to each side were having even worse problems. The danger to all of them increased with the strain of pulling every breath.

Richard should have been able to strangle the man by now. It was obvious that the witch man’s powers were somehow energizing him with desperate strength beyond that of a normal man so that he was able to overcome all of their efforts. It was clear that they were all now locked in a struggle to the death.

“Forgive me!” Michec cried out. “I was only following orders!”

Richard glared into Michec’s dark eyes as he struggled with all his might to strangle him. His hands shook with the effort. His muscles burned.

Richard didn’t want to give the man the satisfaction of asking whose orders, but the witch man told him anyway.

“I was only following the queen’s orders!”

Richard didn’t know what queen the man could be talking about, but he didn’t believe him. Michec would say anything to escape. Richard wondered if maybe he was talking about the Golden Goddess, but she was described as a goddess, not a queen.

Kahlan appeared to the right of Richard, covered with dust from the rock the witch man had blasted up at her, trying to kill her. Blood streamed down her face from several wounds.

A strange look of bemused calm came over the witch man’s swollen, red face. “If you think this witch’s oath begins and ends with me, you are a fool.”

That time, Richard couldn’t resist asking, “What are you talking about?”

“Ask your witch,” he said with a sneer.

Kahlan suddenly dropped in beside Richard, using her full weight to drive her blade between two of Michec’s ribs and into his heart. She let out of cry of rage as she pivoted the handle of her knife from side to side, slicing through his heart.

Michec’s eyes went wide.

Kahlan, gritting her teeth, keeping her knife pressed hilt-deep in his chest, put her face in close to his, looking into his startled eyes.

“Think to harm my babies, do you?” she growled. “I deliver you now into the hands of the Keeper of the underworld. He will take you into darkness you can’t begin to imagine. You will never see the light of Creation again. All those innocent souls you tortured to death will now torment you for all eternity.”

Michec’s mouth worked, trying to beg for mercy, to explain, but no words came forth. The panic and terror in his eyes was clear. He had never had a shred of mercy for the panic and terror of his victims, and now Richard, Kahlan and the others with them had none for him.

Vika, covered in stone dust and with a gash across her forehead that had her face covered in a mask of blood, knelt to Richard’s left. Without pause, she rammed her knife into the side of Michec’s neck.

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