![]() ![]() In the gathering gloom of dusk, his familiar, tall, powerful contour seemed as if it were no more than an apparition made of shadows. ![]() A last, fleeting glimmer of amber light played across his golden cape as he let the sword drop back in place. Lightly grasping the silver pommel with two fingers, Richard lifted his sword a few inches, checking that it was clear in its scabbard. ![]() Kahlan briefly scanned the dark jumble of rock, but she didn't see any others. He gestured over his shoulder without turning to look. That was what he'd been watching as the rest of them waited in uneasy silence. "You knew they were there, didn't you?" Kahlan asked in a hushed tone as she leaned closer.Īgainst the darkening sky, she could just make out the shapes of three black-tipped races taking to wing, beginning their nightly hunt. There, in the woods near the ocean, he built the house where he and his wife, Jeri, live, and came at last to tell his own stories. In 1983 Goodkind moved to the forested mountains he loves. Besides a career in wildlife art, he has been a cabinet maker, violin maker, and he has done restoration work on rare and exotic artifacts from around the world - each with its own story to tell, he says. Goodkind was born and raised in Omaha, Nebraska, where he also attended art school, one of his many interests on the way to becoming a writer. ![]()
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