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748 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published December 1, 2005
How could he forgive her for what she sincerely believed? How could he forgive himself for not being able to make her understand?
Those who championed the lofty notions of the Order were indignantly blind to the endless misery and death they caused.
There hadn't been a great deal of time to prepare. They would get no more, though; time was up.
He was well aware that in dark conditions the center of the eyes' vision was not nearly as good as the peripheral vision. Being a guide and having spent a great deal of time outdoors at night, he had often used the technique of not looking directly at what it was that he needed to see, but instead gazing at least fifteen degrees away from it. At night, the peripheral vision worked better than direct vision.
"Well, if you fail me again, then, when I'm done breaking every bone in your body and making you suffer the agony of a thousand deaths, I'm then going to heal you enough so that I can sell you to those soldiers down there to be their barracks whore. That will be where you spend the rest of your life, being passed from one stranger to another with no one to care what happens to you."
"You'd best not stop for now." Sister Ulicia motioned Kahlan to her feet as she spoke to Sister Tovi. "Sisters Cecelia, Armina, and I will meet back up with you once we get to where we're going."
But her purpose in using it was solely to save innocent lives. The Imperial Order used torture as a means of subjugation, and conquest, as a tool to strike fear into their enemies.
WIth almost nothing to go on, he had basically figured it all out. And all along no one in the world would listen to him...no one in a world that was unraveling around them in an uncontrolled Chainfire event.