The Approaching Storm: Star Wars Legends by Alan Dean FosterThe Approaching Storm: Star Wars Legends by Alan Dean Foster

The Approaching Storm: Star Wars Legends

byAlan Dean Foster

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“ENTERTAINING AND INTELLIGENT . . . This book is pure class all the way. . . . The final page is a great climax.”
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The Republic is decaying, even under the leadership of Supreme Chancellor Palpatine, who was elected to save the galaxy from collapsing under the forces of discontent. On the tiny but strategic planet of Ansion, a powerful faction is on the verge of joining the growing secessionist movement. At the Chancellor’s request, the Jedi Council sends two Jedi Knights, Obi-Wan Kenobi and Luminara Unduli, along with their Padawans Anakin Skywalker and Barriss Offee, to stabilize the planet’s population. To succeed, the Jedi will have to fulfill near-impossible tasks, befriend wary strangers, and influence two great armies, stalked all the while by an enemy sworn to see the negotiations collapse and the mission fail. . . .
Alan Dean Foster has written in a variety of genres, including hard science fiction, fantasy, horror, detective, western, historical, and contemporary fiction. He is also the author of numerous nonfiction articles on film, science, and scuba diving, as well as novelizations of several films including Star Wars, the first three Alien fi...
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Title:The Approaching Storm: Star Wars LegendsFormat:Mass Market PaperbackDimensions:384 pages, 6.85 × 4.19 × 0.79 inPublished:January 1, 2003Publisher:Random House Publishing GroupLanguage:English

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Rated 1 out of 5 by from A Total Disaster I am sorry to admit that this is the second Star Wars book I've never finished. Having said that, I cannot fully give you all a full review of the novel, so I will be brief. Alan Dean Foster, where did you find this plot? It seems to go nowhere even at the beginning and then things simply stretch on and on and on... and yes, its partly because of Anakin's whines angst that I never finished that book. Thank goodness for Bariss Offee's inhuman patience; I was really put out with Anakin's attitude. Sorry but I say, back to the drawing board.
Date published: 2011-02-17

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Chapter Two"Haja, sweet scent--what're you hiding under that big ol' robe?"Luminara Unduli did not look up at the large, unshaven, rough-hewn, and unpleasantly fragrant man or his equally coarse and malodorous companions. She treated their knowing grins, the eager forward tilt of their bodies, and their leering eyes with equal indifference--though their collective body odor was some-what harder to ignore. Patiently, she raised the spoonful of hot stew to her lips, the lower of which was stained a permanent purplish black. A series of interlocking black diamonds tattooed her chin, while more intricate markings decorated the joints of her fingers. The olive color of her skin contrasted strikinglywith the deep blue of her eyes.These rose to regard the younger woman who was seated on the other sideof the table. Barriss Offee's attention shifted between her teacher andthe men crowding uncomfortably close around the two of them. Luminarasmiled to herself. A good person, was Barriss. Observant and thoughtful,if occasionally impulsive. For now, the young woman held her peace, kepteating, and said nothing. A judicious reaction, the older woman knew.She's letting me take the lead, as she should. The man who had voiced the impropriety whispered some-thing to one ofhis friends. There was a ripple of crude, unpleasant laughter. Leaningcloser, he put a hand on Luminara's cloth-draped shoulder. "I asked youa question, darlin'. Now, are you gonna show us what's under this lovelysoft robe of yours, or d'you want us to take a peek ourselves?" An airof pheromone-charged expectation had gripped his companions. Huddledover their food, a few of the establishment's other diners turned tolook, but none moved to voice outrage at what was happening or tointerfere.Spoon pausing before her lips, Luminara seemed to devote greatercontemplation to its contents than to the insistent query. With a sigh,she finally downed the spoonful of stew and reached down with her freeright hand. "I suppose if you really want to see . . ."One of the men grinned broadly and nudged his hulking companion in theribs. A couple of others crowded closer still, so that they were all butleaning over the table. Luminara pulled a portion of her outer robeaside, the intricate designs on the copper- and bronze-colored metalbands that covered her upper forearms glinting in the diffuse light ofthe tavern. Beneath the robe was a metal and leather belt. Attached tothe belt were several small and unexpectedly sophisticated examples ofprecision engineering. One of these was cylindrical, highly polished,and designed to fit comfortably in a closed hand. The aggressivespokesman for the group squinted at it, his expression slightlyconfused. Behind him, a couple of his heretofore hopeful croniesabandoned their leering expressions faster than a smuggler's ship makingan emergency jump to hyperspace."Mathos preserve us! That's a Jedi lightsaber!"Expressions falling like hard rain, the band of would-be aggressorsbegan to back off, split up, and drift hurriedly away. Unexpectedlydeserted, their erstwhile leader was unwilling to admit defeat soquickly. He stared at the gleaming metal cylinder."Not a chance, no. A 'Jedi' lightsaber, is it?" He glared belligerentlyat the suddenly enigmatic object of his attentions. "I suppose thatwould make you a 'Jedi Knight,' sweet splash? A lovely, lithe Jedi atthat!" He snorted derisively. "Sure and that's no Jedi lightsaber, isit? Is it?" he growled insistently when she failed to respond.Finishing another spoonful of her meal, Luminara Unduli carefully setthe utensil down on her nearly empty plate, delicately patted both herdecorated and her untouched lip with the supplied linen napkin, wipedher hands, and turned to face him. Blue eyes peered upward out of herfine-featured face, and she smiled coldly."You know how to find out," she informed him softly.The big man started to say something, hesitated, reconsidered. Theattractive woman's hands rested, palm downward, on her thighs. Thelightsaber--it certainly looked like a Jedi light-saber, he foundhimself thinking apprehensively--remained attached to her belt. Acrossthe table, the younger woman continued to eat her meal as though nothingout of the ordinary was taking place.Abruptly, the gruff intruder became aware of several thingssimultaneously. First, he was now completely alone. His formerlyenthusiastic companions had slipped away, one by one. Second, by thistime the woman seated before him was supposed to be anxious and afraid.Instead, she only looked bored and resigned. Third, he suddenlyremembered that he had important business elsewhere."Uh, sorry," he found himself mumbling. "Didn't mean to bother you. Caseof mistaken identity. Was looking for someone else." Turning, he hurriedaway from the table and toward the tavern's entrance, nearly trippingover a scraps bowl on the floor next to an unoccupied serving counter.Several of the other patrons watched him go. Others eyed the two womenfixedly be-fore finding reason to return to their own food andconversation.Exhaling softly, Luminara turned back to the remnants of her meal.Making a face, she pushed the bowl and what remained of the meal awayfrom her. The boorish intrusion had spoiled her appetite."You handled that well, Master Luminara." Barriss was finishing up herown food. The Padawan's perception might occasionally be lacking, butnever her readiness to eat. "No noise, no fuss.""As you grow older, you'll find that you occasionally have to deal withan excess of testosterone. Often on minor worlds like Ansion." She shookher head slowly. "I dislike such distractions."Barriss smiled gaily. "Don't be so somber, Master. You can't do anythingabout physical attractiveness. Anyway, you've given them a story totell, as well as a lesson."Luminara shrugged. "If only those in charge of the local government,this so-called Unity of Community, were as easy to persuade to seereason.""It will happen." Barriss rose swiftly. "I'm finished." Together, thetwo women paid for the meal and exited the establishment. Whispers,mutterings, and not a few awed words of admiration trailed in theirwake."The populace has heard we're here to try to cement a permanent peacebetween the city folk of the Unity and the Alwari nomads. They'reunaware of the far greater issues at stake. And we can't reveal the realreason for our presence here without alerting those who would oppose usto the fact that we know of their deeper intentions." Luminara drew herrobe tighter around her. It was important to present as subdued yetimpressive an appearance as possible. "Because we can't be completelyhonest, the locals don't trust us."Barriss nodded. "The city people think we favor the nomads, and thenomads fear we're on the side of the city folk. I hate politics, MasterLuminara." One hand fell to her side. "I prefer settling differenceswith a lightsaber. Much more straightforward." Her pretty face radiateda zest for life. She had not yet lived long enough to become inured tothe new."It's difficult to persuade opposing sides of the rightness of yourreasoning when they're both dead." Turning up one of Cuipernam's sidestreets, chaotic with traders and city folk of many different galacticspecies, Luminara spoke while scanning not only the avenue but also theflanking walls of commercial and residential buildings. "Anyone canhandle a weapon. Reason is much more difficult to wield. Remember thatthe next time you're tempted to settle an argument with a lightsaber.""I bet it's all the fault of the Trade Federation." Barriss eyed a stalldripping with jewelry: necklaces and earrings, rings and diadems,bracelets and hand-sculpted flash corneas. Such conventional personalornamentation was forbidden to a Jedi. As one of her teachers had onceexplained to Barriss and her fellow Padawans, "A Jedi's glow comes fromwithin, not from the artificial augmentation of baubles and beads."Still, that necklace of Searous hair and interwoven pikach stones wasjust gorgeous."What did you say, Barriss?""Nothing, Master. I was just expressing my dissatisfaction at thecontinuing scheming of the Trade Federation.""Yes," Luminara agreed. "And the Commerce Guilds. They grow morepowerful by the month, always sticking their money-hungry fingers inwhere they're not wanted, even if their immediate interests are notdirectly involved. Here on Ansion, they openly support the towns andcities that are loosely grouped together as the Unity of Community eventhough the law of the Republic guarantees the rights of nomadic groupslike the Alwari to remain independent of such external influences. Theiractivities here only complicate an already difficult situation." Theyturned another corner. "As they do elsewhere."Barriss nodded knowingly. "Everyone still remembers the Naboo incident.Why doesn't the Senate simply vote to reduce their trade concessions?That would settle them down a bit!"Luminara had to fight to keep from smiling. Ah, the innocence of youth!Barriss was well meaning and a fine Padawan, but she was unsophisticatedin the ways of governance."It's all very well to invoke ethics and morals, Barriss, but these daysit's commerce that seems to rule the Republic. Sometimes the CommerceGuilds and the Trade Federation act like they're separate governments.They're very clever about it, though." Her expression twisted. "Fawningand bowing before emissaries of the Senate, issuing a steady stream ofprotestations of innocence: that Nute Gunray in particular is asslippery as a Notonian mudworm. Money equals power, and power buysvotes. Yes, even in the Republic Senate. And they have powerful allies."Her thoughts turned inward. "It's not just money any-more. The Republicis a soiled sea roiled by dangerous currents. The Jedi Council fearsthat general dissatisfaction with the present state of governance isgiving way to outright secession on many worlds."Barriss stood a little taller as she strode along beside her Master. "Atleast everyone knows that the Jedi are above such matters, and aren'tfor sale.""Not for sale, no." Luminara sank farther into preoccupation.Barriss noted the change. "Something else troubles you, MasterLuminara?"The other woman mustered a smile. "Oh, sometimes one hears things. Oddstories, unaccredited rumors. These days such tales seem to run rampant.This political philosophy of a certain Count Dooku, for example."Though always eager to display her knowledge, Barriss hesi-ated beforeresponding. "I think I recognize the name, but not in connection withthat title. Wasn't he the Jedi who--"Stopping sharply, Luminara threw out a hand to halt her companion. Hereyes flicked rapidly from side to side and she was suddenly no longerintrospective. Her every nerve was alert, every sense on edge. BeforeBarriss could question the reason for the action, the Jedi had herlightsaber out, activated, and fully extended before her. Without movingher head, she raised it to a challenge position. Having drawn andactivated her own weapon in response to her Master's reaction, Barrisssearched anxiously for the source of unease. Seeing nothing out of theordinary, she glanced questioningly at her teacher.Which was when the Hoguss plunged from above--to spit itself neatly onLuminara's upraised lightsaber. There was a brief stink of burningflesh, the Jedi extracted the beam, and the startled Hoguss, its nowuseless killing ax locked in a powerful but lifeless grip, keeled overonto its side. The heavy body made a dull thump as it struck the ground."Back!" Luminara started to retreat, the now anxious and alerted Barrissguarding her Master's rear and flanks.The attackers swarmed down from rooftops and out of second-storywindows, came bursting through doorways and up out of otherwise emptycrates; a veritable flash flood of seedy infamy. Someone, Luminara musedgrimly as she retreated, had gone to considerable trouble and expense toarrange this ambush. In the midst of genuine concern for herself and herPadawan, she had to admire the plotter's thoroughness. Whoever it wasclearly knew they were dealing with more than a couple of femaletourists out for a morning's sight-seeing.The question was, how much did they know?There are only two ways for non-Jedi to defeat Jedi in battle: lull theminto a false sense of security, or overwhelm them with sheer force ofnumbers. Subtlety obviously being a notion foreign to their presentassailants, a diverse rabble of bloodthirsty but untrained individuals,their employer had opted for the latter approach. In the crowded, activestreets, the large number of attackers had gone undetected by Luminara,their inimical feelings submerged among those of the greater crowd.Now that the attack had begun, the Force throbbed with an enmity thatwas out in the open as dozens of well-armed hired assassins fought toget close enough to their rapidly withdrawing targets to deliver a fewfinal, fatal blows. While the narrowness of the street and the aimlessfleeing of panicked bystanders eliminated a clear line of retreat andkept the two women from sprint- ing to safety, it also prevented thoseof their attackers who were wielding firearms from setting up a clearshot at their intended targets. Had they been tacticians, those in frontswinging blades and other less advanced devices would have stepped asideto give their more heavily armed comrades room in which to take aim. Buta reward had been promised to the ones who made the actual kill. Whilethis served to inspire the truculent rabble, it also made them reluctantto cooperate with one another in achieving their ultimate objective,lest it be a colleague who claimed the substantial bonus.So it was that Luminara and Barriss were able to deflect bursts fromblasters as well as blows struck by less technical weaponry such as longswords and knives. With high walls shielding them on either side andmerchants and vendors continuing to run for cover, they had room inwhich to work. Bodies began to pile up in front of them, some intact,others missing significant portions of their anatomy, these having beenneatly excised by whirling shafts of intensely colored energy.Barriss's exuberance and occasional shouted challenge were complementedby Luminara's steady, silently ferocious work. Together, the two womennot only kept their attackers at bay, but began to force them back.There is something in the hushed, frighteningly efficient aspect of afighting Jedi that takes the heart out of an ordinary opponent. Awould-be murderer has only to see a few blaster shots deflected by theanticipatory hum of a lightsaber to realize that there might be otherless potentially lethal ways to make a living.Then, just when the two women were on the verge of pushing the remainingattackers around a corner and back out into an open square where theycould be more effectively scattered, a roar of anticipation rose abovethe fray as another two dozen assassins arrived. This melange of humansand aliens was better dressed, better armed, and tended to fight more asa unit than those who had preceded them. A tiring Luminara realizedsuddenly that the previous hard fighting had never been intended to killthem, but only to wear them out. Steeling herself and shoutingencouragement to a visibly downcast Barriss, she once more found herselfretreating back down the narrow street they had nearly succeeded inescaping.Drawing new courage from the arrival of fresh reinforcements, theirsurviving assailants redoubled their own attack. Jedi and Padawan wereforced steadily backward.Then there was no more backward. The side street dead-ended against afeatureless courtyard wall. To anyone else it would have appearedunscalable. But a Jedi could find hand- and footholds where others wouldsee only a smooth surface."Barriss!" Lightsaber whirling, Luminara indicated the reddish-coloredbarrier behind them. "Go up! I'll follow." Dropping to his knees, a manclad in tough leathers took careful aim with a blaster. Luminara blockedboth his shots before taking one hand briefly off the lightsaber togesture in his direction. Like a living thing, the dangerous weapon flewout of his hands, startling him so badly he fell backward onto his butt.Protected by his fellow assassins, he did not panic like a common killerbut instead scrambled to recover the blaster. They couldn't keep this upforever, she knew."Up, I said!" Luminara did not have to turn to sense the unyielding wallbehind her.Barriss hesitated. "Master, you can cover me if I climb, but I can't dothe same for you from the top of the wall." Lunging, she disarmed aserpentine Wetakk who was trying to slip in under her guard. Letting outa yelp of pain, it stepped back and switched the hooked blade it washolding to another hand, of which it still had five remaining. Withoutmissing a breath, the Padawan added, "You can't climb and use yourweapon, too!""I'll be all right," Luminara assured her, even as she wondered how shewas going to make the ascent without being cut down from behind. But herfirst concern was for her Padawan, and not for herself. "That's anorder, Barriss! Get up there. We have to get out of this confinedspace."Reluctantly, Barriss took a last sweeping swing to clear the ground infront of her. Then she shut down her lightsaber, slipped it back ontoher belt, pivoted, took a few steps, and leapt. The jump carried herpartway up the wall, to which she clung like a spider. Finding seeminglyinvisible fingerholds, she began to ascend. Below and behind her,Luminara single-handedly held back the entire surging throng of eagerkillers.Nearly at the top, Barriss looked back and down. Luminara was not onlyholding off her own assailants, but had moved forward to ensure thatnone of those in the back would have time to take aim at the climbingPadawan. Barriss hesitated."Master Luminara, there are too many! I can't protect you from up here."The Jedi turned to respond. As she did so, she failed to see or sense asmall Throbe standing behind a much larger human. The Throbe's blasterwas small, its aim wild, but the undeflected shot still managed to grazethe woman in the umber robes. Luminara staggered."Master!" Frantic, Barriss debated whether to ascend the remainingdistance to the top of the wall or disobey her Master and drop back downto aid her. In the midst of her confusion, a subtle tremor ran throughher mind. It was a disturbance in the Force, but one very different fromanything they had experienced this dreadful morning. It was alsosurprisingly strong.Yelling encouragement, the two men plunged past on either side ofLuminara. Neither was physically imposing, though one had a buildsuggestive of considerable future development. Lightsabers flashing,they fell in among the bewildered band of assassins, their weaponsdealing out havoc in bantha-sized doses.To their credit, the attackers held their ground for another couple ofmoments. Then, their associates falling all around them, the survivorsbroke and fled. In less than a minute, the street was clear and the wayback to the central square unobstructed. Letting go of the wall, Barrissdropped the considerable distance to the ground, to find herself facingan attractive young man who wore confidence like a handmade suit.Smiling cockily, he deactivated his lightsaber and regarded herappraisingly."I've been told that morning exercise is good for the soul as well asthe body. Hello, Barriss Offee.""Anakin Skywalker. Yes, I remember you from training." Automaticallynodding her thanks, she hurried to her Master's side. The other newcomerwas already examining Luminara's blaster wound."It's not serious."Luminara pulled her garments closed rather more sharply than wasnecessary. "You're early, Obi-Wan," she told her colleague. "We weren'texpecting you until the day after tomorrow.""Our ship made good time." As the four emerged onto the square,Obi-Wan's gaze swept the open space. Presently, it was as void ofinimical disturbance, as was the Force. He allowed himself to relaxslightly. "Since we arrived early, we suspected there would be no one tomeet us at the spaceport. So we decided to come looking for you. Whenyou weren't at your stated residence, we decided to take a stroll toacquaint ourselves with the city. That's when I sensed the trouble. Itdrew us to you.""Well, I certainly can't fault your timing." She smiled gratefully. Itwas the same intriguing smile that Obi-Wan remembered from working withher previously, framed as it was by its differently toned lips. "Thesituation was becoming awkward.""Awkward!" Anakin declared. "Why, if Master Obi-Wan and I hadn't--" Thelook of disapproval the Jedi shot him was enough to destroy theobservation in midsentence."Something I've been curious about ever since we were given thisassignment." Barriss moved a little farther away from her counterpartand closer to the two senior Jedi. "Why are four of us needed here, todeal with what seems to me to be nothing more than a minor dispute amongthe native sentients?" Her impatience was palpable. "Earlier, you spokeof greater issues." "You remember our discussions," Luminara explainedpatiently. "Well, the Alwari nomads think the Senate favors the citydwellers. The city folk are certain the galactic government will sidewith the nomads. Such perceptions of favoritism on the part of theSenate are dangerously close to persuading both groups that Ansion wouldbe better off outside the Republic, where inernal disputes could besettled without outside interference. Their representative in the Senateappears to be leaning in that direction. There is also evidence tosupport the contention that offworld elements are stirring the pot,hoping to induce Ansion to secede.""It's only one world, and not a particularly important one at that,"Barriss ventured.Luminara nodded slowly. "True. But it's not Ansion itself that is socritical. Through a multiplicity of pacts and could pull other systemsout of the Republic as well. More systems than I, or the Jedi Council,likes to think about. Therefore, a way must be found to keep Ansionwithin the Republic. The best way to do that is to remove the suspicionsthat exist between the city dwellers and the nomads, and therebysolidify planetary representation. As outsiders representing the will ofthe Senate, we will find respect on Ansion, but no friends. While we arehere, suspicion will be our constant companion. Given the fluidcomplexity of the situation, the matter of shifting alliances, thepossible presence of outside agitators, and the seriousness of thepotential ramifications, it was felt that two pairs of negotiators wouldmake a greater and more immediate impression on the situation than one.""I see now." There was much more at stake here, Barriss found herselfthinking, than a disagreement between city folk and nomads. Had Luminarabeen instructed to conceal the real reason for their journey from herPadawan until now, or had Barriss simply been too preoccupied with herown training to see the larger issues? Like it or not, it appeared thatshe was going to have to pay more attention to galactic politics.For example, why would forces beyond Ansion want to see it secede fromthe Republic badly enough to interfere in the planet's internal affairs?What could such unknown entities possibly have to gain by itswithdrawal? There were thousands upon thousands of civilized worlds inthe Republic. The departure of one, or even several, would mean littlein the overall scheme of galactic governance. Or would it?She felt sure she was missing some vital point, and the fact that sheknew she was doing so was exceedingly frustrating. But she couldn'tquestion Luminara further about it, because Obi-Wan was speaking."Someone or several someones beyond Ansion doesn't want thesenegotiations to succeed. They want Ansion to secede from the Republic,with all the problematic consequences that would ensue." Obi-Wansquinted at the sky, which had begun to threaten rain. "It would beuseful to know who. We should have detained one of your attackers.""They could have been common bandits," Anakin pointed out.Luminara considered. "It's possible. Anyway, if Obi-Wan is right andthat rabble was hired to prevent us from continuing with our mission,their employer would have kept those who at-tacked us in the dark as tohis or her identity and purpose. Even if we had been successful incapturing one of them, an interrogation might well have been useless.""Yes, that's so," the Padawan had to admit."So you were on Naboo, too?" Feeling left out of the conversationbetween the two older Jedi, Barriss turned curiously to her counterpart."I was." The pride in the younger man's voice was unapologetic. He's astrange one, she mused. Strange, but not unlikable. As stuffed full ofinternal conflicts as a momus bush was with seeds. But there was nodenying that the Force was strong within him."How long have you been Master Luminara's Padawan?" he asked."Long enough to know that those who have their mouths open all the timegenerally have their ears shut.""Oh great," Anakin muttered. "You're not going to spend all our timetogether speaking in aphorisms, are you?""At least I can talk about something besides myself," she shot back."Somehow I don't think you scored well in modesty."To her surprise, he was immediately contrite. "Was I just talking aboutmyself? I'm sorry." He indicated the two figures preceding them up thebusy street. "Master Obi-Wan says that I suffer from a surfeit ofimpatience. I want to know, to do, every-thing right now. Yesterday. AndI'm not very good at disguising the fact that I'd rather be elsewhere.This isn't a very exciting assignment."She gestured back in the direction of the side street they had leftpiled high with bodies. "You're here less than a day and already you'vebeen forced into life-or-death hand-to-hand com-bat. Your definition ofexcitement must be particularly eclectic."He almost laughed. "And you have a really dry sense of humor. I'm surewe'll get along fine."Reaching the commercial district on the other side of the square andplunging back into the surging crowds of humans and aliens, Barrisswasn't so certain. He was very sure of himself, this tall, blue-eyedPadawan. Maybe it was true what he said about wanting to knoweverything. His attitude was that he already did. Or was she mistakingconfidence for arrogance?Abruptly, he broke away from her. She watched as he stopped before astall selling dried fruits and vegetables from the Kander region to thenorth of Cuipernam. When he returned without buying anything, she eyedhim uncertainly."What was that all about? Did you see something that looked tasty but oncloser inspection turned out not to be?""What?" He seemed suddenly preoccupied. "No. No, it wasn't the food atall." He glanced back at the simple food stand as they hurried to catchup with their teachers. "Didn't you see? That boy over there, the one inthe vest and long pants, was arguing with his mother. Yelling at her."He shook his head dole-fully. "Someday when he's older he'll regrethaving done that. I didn't tell him so directly, but I think I got thepoint across." He sank into deep contemplation. "People are so busygetting on with their lives they frequently forget what's reallyimportant."What a strange Padawan, she mused, and what an even stranger young man.They were more or less the same age, yet in some ways he struck her aschildlike, while in others he seemed much older than her. She wonderedif she would have time enough to get to know him better. She wondered ifanyone would have time enough to get to know him. She certainly hadn't,during their brief encounters at the Jedi Temple. Just then thunderboomed overhead, and for some reason she could not quite put a finger onshe was afraid it signified the approach of more than just rain.From the Hardcover edition.

Editorial Reviews

“The best things are the new creations. The landscape and animal life of Ansion is wonderfully described. . . . [along with] some excellent fight scenes and a display of lightsaber gymnastics.”
–SFX Magazine

“FOSTER DELVES INTO THE INTERNAL CONFLICT OF ANAKIN SKYWALKER AND THE PSYCHE OF THE JEDI.”
–USA Today