Despite how unreadable and dispassionate she may have appeared to others, Richard could read the fire in that calm expression. Her beautiful features revealed nothing of what she might be thinking. He couldn’t imagine a good spirit looking any more striking. Her long hair gleamed in the light coming from the ring of windows behind them. Besides the white dress of the Mother Confessor, he saw Kahlan was wearing her Confessor face. His gaze flicked to Kahlan, seated beside him behind the table where supplicants could place maps, contracts, and other documents for their review. Or, at least they did until they saw that Richard was not amused. When they did, many of the people watching joined in to giggle with them. ![]() Some of the nearby soldiers and court attendants chuckled. “My surrender,” Richard repeated in a quiet voice into the hushed air. The people down in the market and tent city had been gathering for weeks to have a chance to witness the kind of event that had never taken place in their life- times-or to profit from it. ![]() Richard remembered seeing similarly dressed people in an open tent down in the market at the base of the enormous plateau that supported the sprawling People’s Palace. The heavyset man in gold-embroidered white robes waited as well.īeneath an elaborate white cloak pushed open in front by his substantial girth, silver chains around his neck just below the folds of false chins held a variety of small ornaments that reminded Richard of symbols of rank that army officers wore on their uniforms for formal occasions. The people to each side on the main floor and up in the balconies, everyone from farmers to nobility, all fell silent as they waited to hear what the Lord Rahl would say in response to such an outlandish demand. He knew that if it was vital, they would follow his orders. Richard had long ago learned that life was easier if he let Mord-Sith have their way with petty issues. Vika had said that she was there to protect the Lord Rahl and if she looked menacing, all the better. Richard had requested that they all wear white for the occasion so as to appear less menacing, it being a time of peace, after all. Behind Richard and Kahlan, in front of the massive marble medallion, six Mord-Sith stood at ease.įive of the Mord-Sith wore their white leather outfits. Heavily armed men of the First File, between Richard and Kahlan and the rest of the roomful of people, did their best to remain inconspicuous, mostly staying out of the way toward the sides. Nearby, palace officials and their aides stood ready to assist with anything needed. Growing up in the woods of Hartland, Richard could never have imagined such a place, much less imagined himself sitting at the head of it. Gilded capitals atop the columns supported balconies where large crowds watched the proceedings along with the people on the main floor in the shadows behind the columns.Īt the head of the room, behind Richard and Kahlan sitting in stately chairs at a heavy table on a raised platform, a ring of leaded- glass windows surrounded a two-story-high, carved white marble medallion depicting the long lineage of the House of Rahl. Fat black marble columns, variegated with red and gold veins, rose up in a tight row to each side of the long room. ![]() Windows high up to the side let in streamers of hazy afternoon light that gave the vast room an almost spiritual quality. He stood patiently at the head of a line of supplicants stretching back into the distance of the enormous, vaulted room. The rotund man was wearing formal white robes ornately embroidered in gold designs that added an air of dignity to his pear shape. So basically everyone on this subreddit is an idiot according to Goodkind.“I have come to accept your surrender.” Richard’s brow drew down as he leaned an elbow on the padded leather arm of the massive chair he was in. Translation, sure my story looks like I it ripped off the Wheel of Time, but I'm insulting you and anyone that would notice that. Terry Goodkind: "If you notice a similarity, then you probably aren't old enough to read my books." Rand both discovering their powers, both have Nameless evil Gods.etc.) I've often voiced my suspicion that these two series might be occurring on the same world.how crazy am I?" "Haddonfield, NJ: Second Question - I've noticed similarities between your Sword of Truth series and Robert Jordan's Wheel of Time series.(Black Sisterhood vs. Translation: I don't even know what the word fantasy means, but all fantasy is pure crap and I don't write it. "Because most fantasy is about world-building and magic, a lot of it is plotless and has no story." I write stories that have important human themes."
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |