The First Confessor: The Legend of Magda Searus

The First Confessor: The Legend of Magda Searus

Terry Goodkind

Language: English

Pages: 640

ISBN: 0765383071

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

From #1 "New York Times" bestselling author Terry Goodkind comes "The First Confessor," the prequel to the Sword of Truth.
In a time before legends had yet been born...

Married to the powerful leader of her people, safe among those gifted with great ability, Magda Searus is protected from a distant world descending into war. But when her husband, a man who loved life and loved her, unexpectedly commits suicide, she suddenly finds herself alone. Because she is ungifted herself, without her husband she no longer has standing among her people, and she finds herself isolated in a society that seems to be crumbling around her.

Despite her grief, she is driven to find the reasons behind why her husband would do such a thing--why he would abandon her and her people at such a profoundly dangerous time. Though she is not gifted, she begins to discover that there may be more to her husband's suicide than anyone knew. What she finds next, no one is willing to believe.

Without anyone to help her, she knows that she must embark on a mission to find a mysterious spiritist, if she even exists, so that she may speak with the dead. This quest may also be her last chance to unravel what is really behind the mysterious events befalling her people. What she discovers along the way is that the war is going far worse than she had known, and that the consequences of defeat will be more terrifying for her and her people than she could have imagined.

As mortal peril begin to close in around her, Magda learns that she is somehow the key to her people's salvation.

Journey with Magda Searus into her dark world, and learn how true legends are born.

I, Sniper (Bob Lee Swagger, Book 6)


The Escape (Animorphs, Book 15)

Solitary (Escape From Furnace, Book 2)

The Change (Animorphs, Book 13)














of using it would degrade over time because Sulachan’s gifted can send endless ranks of the dead into the face of the wizard’s fire. “I can also tell you that his gifted are working on ways to shield the dead they send in from wizard’s fire. I don’t know if they have perfected that sort of shield, or if they ever will, but you need to be aware that they are trying. Even if they don’t come up with a counter to such conjured fire, it’s not a significant setback because they don’t care about

violence. With the blade freed, Magda felt a storm of power surge from the hilt and up through her. As it inundated her, it made her flesh tingle and took her breath. Exquisite rage thundered through every fiber of her being. The men all drew weapons. The wizard, angry that he had missed, pulled his arms back to conjure yet more magic. He looked more annoyed than angry that she had not fallen to his first strike. She knew that this time he would not be so timid in what he called forth. A

them. I was racking my brain trying to think of weapons and ways for us to fight these things, but if we trapped them somewhere instead, we wouldn’t ever need to fight them. If we never had to fight an army of the dead and half dead, it could save the lives of untold numbers of our soldiers, to say nothing of the innocent people in places Sulachan invades.” “All we need is a place to put them,” Magda said. “It has to be someplace remote that would provide physical barriers as well as the barrier

woman first. Despite her misgivings, Tilly seemed to understand Magda’s need to find answers as to why Baraccus had killed himself. Tilly thought that if she went to see the woman, it would at least help bring peace to Magda’s heart. Magda was looking for more than peace. She wanted answers. The passageway finally emptied them out into a vast, narrow chamber that rose up like an enormous split inside the mountain. Fine-grained granite blocks lined the soaring walls. The chamber was perhaps half

Isidore saying that the spells she had drawn were born of her work as a spiritist, and that they were both powerful and significant. Magda remembered Isidore saying The dead must heed them. The man on the other side hadn’t yet tried to come past the cloth but he showed no signs of giving up. She knew that he would not leave until he had her. If anything, he was getting ever more frantic to reach her. There was no telling when or if someone, someone like a wizard, would be coming down to the

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