Genre: Fantasy, Adult, Magic
Rating: 5/5 stars
“Blade, be true this day.”
When you finish a journey, your heart is usually torn. You are content for the experience, the memories you stored that you may recall whenever you feel nostalgic, for everything you gained and the ways it changed you, but you are also overcome with sadness, a bittersweet melancholy that soaks your pores and settles in your bones. That's exactly how I felt after finishing Warheart.
“Time to dance with death.”
Warheart is the conclusion of the Sword of Truth series, and the adventures of Lord Rahl and Mother Confessor. After the tragic events of Severed Souls, the world is hanging by a thread. Emperor Sulachan and his ally, Hannis Arc, march towards the People's Palace with their army of the walking dead, the horrible half people that devour flesh seeking a soul for themselves, intending (and thus far succeeding) to break the Grace, the division between the world of the living and the world of the dead, resulting to the unraveling of existence. The only person that can stop them, the person whose arrival was in the making for 3000 years, is the bringer of death. The pebble in the pond. The Seeker of Truth. Richard Rahl. Only he can end prophecy, and save what is left of mankind. But Richard is trapped in the Underworld, held captive by the darkest of demons, and Kahlan and Nicci set on a desperate race to bring him back, before it is too late.
But maybe it is.
“Master Rahl guide us.”
One thing that I rarely confess, is that Sword of Truth is my ultimate favorite series. The series I devoured six years ago, after I accidentally stumbled on the TV series based thereon, and instantly enthralled me with its noble heroes in their quest to save the world from aspirant oppressors. But while Warheart was published on 2015, I only started it three days ago. The main reason was that I was afraid that the finale wouldn't live up to the hype I had built inside my head, to the shrine dedicated to Terry Goodkind and his otherwordly ability to make me feel at home amongst his heroes. And, in all honesty, Warheart had its flaws. Unnecessary repetitions of the same phrases and notions, strained dialogues and occassional confusion over the basic concepts of the book, they disheartened me and made me see the points of the numerous haters of this series. But it is Sword of Truth. Loving it is now a part of who I am, you can dig inside me all you want, but the fact that Mr. Goodkind's words flow in my blood still rings true.
“Master Rahl protect us.”
Warheart is heavily focused on the battle between prophecy and free will, on the balance between life and death that allows the existence of the world. It overturned beliefs we took for granted throughout the series, and managed to astonish me and give me gooseflesh when the solution to every problem was presented. I keep saying that Terry Goodkind has a brilliant mind, a conviction I will never shake off. His worldbuilding, and the concept of the Underworld, the Grace and the rules of life, they are intricate, complex and surprisingly fitting. His magic is founded on strict rules, his universe surpasses the average fantasy elements and he infuses his stories, his quests and the knowledge acquired with a philosophical aspect.
“In your light we thrive.”
The previous book of the series, Severed Souls, butchered my heart until there was nothing left but a bleeding mass lying on the floor. Warheart, while it mended some wounds, inflicted new ones, raw and painful and devastating. The absence and the loss of characters I cherished for years felt like a punch in the gut. Choked on tears, jaw quivering, hands trembling, I turned the pages and begged him to spare them, to give them the happily ever afters they deserve, but that's not Mr. Goodkind's style.
“In your mercy we are sheltered.”
His characters are three-dimensional, fictional yet tangible, real. Richard, with his seemingly crazy ideas, is my soul companion, my guide and my friend, Kahlan my inspiration, the Mord-Sith with their sass and overprotective instincts the proof that you can find joy in simple things, even after the horrors of your past, and Nicci the example that anyone can change. It's up to you, is the message Terry Goodkind tries so desperately to instill. In this world, everyone must die. None of us has any choice in that. Our choice is how we wish to live.
“In your wisdom we are humbled.”
Whenever Richard drew the Sword of Truth, and was consumed by its righteous rage, I always heard its metallic ring, and felt its fury boiling beneath my skin. And now, now that I know I will never hear it again, I will never listen to Nicci admonishing Richard, and Zedd swearing on the toasted toad's truth, now that I will never see Kahlan wearing her Confessor face, or smiling her rare smile, and I will never bear witness to Richard's dance with death, I feel hollow inside. Hollow but peculiarly full, because they will keep living, in the corners of my mind and the edges of my soul.
Farewell, my dear friends. It was truly an honor.
“We live only to serve.
Our lives are yours.”