Terry Goodkind is not a terrible fantasy writer, he's a terrible writer, period.
I bought this book because my version had a dragon on the cover, and I thought "Fuck yeah, dragons!" Alas, I was sorely disappointed. Instead of dragons I got a boring and morally questionable hero who likes to kick little girls in the face, a super-powerful wizard who does exactly one trick during the course of the book, a villain who has the most annoying "tick" ever, a convent of SM-nuns, a plot that's pretty much a rip-off of The Eye of the World, and some rape to drive said generic plot forward whenever it gets stuck, which is often.
And I haven't even gotten to the uninspired and choppy prose, or the way Goodkind force-feeds the readers his ideals and philosophies.
