Once Lucky, Twice Confident, And Thrice Dead.

No One Ever Goes Into Battle Thinking God Is On The Other Side.

Kahlan Stood Quietly In The Shadows, Watching, As Evil Knocked Softly On The Door.

Truth Has Advocates Who Seek Understanding," Richard Said. "corrupt Ideas Have Miserable Little Fanatics Who Attempt To Enforce Their Beliefs Through Intimidation And Brutality... Through Faith. Savage Force Is Faith's Obedient Servant. Violence On An Apocalyptic Scale Can Only Be Born Of Faith Because Reason, By Its Very Nature, Disarms Senseless Cruelty. Only Faith Thinks To Justify It.

His Face Set In Grim Determination, Richard Slogged Ahead, His Fingers Reaching Up To Touch The Tooth Under His Shirt. Loneliness, Deeper Than He Had Never Known, Sagged His Shoulders. All His Friends Were Lost To Him. He Knew Now That His Life Was Not His Own. It Belonged To His Duty, To His Task. He Was The Seeker. Nothing More. Nothing Less. Not His Own Man, But A Pawn To Be Used By Others. A Tool, Same As His Sword, To Help Others, That They Might Have The Life He Had Only Glimpsed For A Twinkling. He Was No Different From The Dark Things In The Boundary. A Bringer Of Death.

Standing For Truth Is Everything. Truth Is Power. Don't Ever Forget That.