The Paradise Snare: Star Wars Legends (the Han Solo Trilogy): The Paradise Snare by A. C. CrispinThe Paradise Snare: Star Wars Legends (the Han Solo Trilogy): The Paradise Snare by A. C. Crispin

The Paradise Snare: Star Wars Legends (the Han Solo Trilogy): The Paradise Snare

byA. C. Crispin

Mass Market Paperback | May 5, 1997

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Here is the first book in the blockbuster trilogy that chronicles the never-before-told story of the young Han Solo. Set before the Star Wars movie adventures, these books chronicle the coming-of-age of the galaxy's most famous con man, smuggler, and thief.

The first book in this exciting new Han Solo series begins with a recounting of Han's late teen years and shows us how he escaped an unhappy adopted home situation to carve out an adventurous new life for himself as a pilot. Han Solo, the handsome rogue, is every girl's dream man, and every boy's hero. The Paradise Snare is another stellar Star Wars production, complete with original music and sound effect
A.C. Crispin was the author of the bestselling Han Solo Trilogy. Ms. Crispin writes in her own universes, including her seven book StarBridge series and Storms of Destiny. She also created stories in other media universes, including Star Trek, V, and Alien. Crispin was active in Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America and served...
Title:The Paradise Snare: Star Wars Legends (the Han Solo Trilogy): The Paradise SnareFormat:Mass Market PaperbackDimensions:320 pages, 6.85 × 4.15 × 0.86 inPublished:May 5, 1997Publisher:Random House Publishing Group

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ISBN - 10:0553574159

ISBN - 13:9780553574159

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Rated 3 out of 5 by from A Very Solo Quest Han Solo is a quick-mouthed, fast-thinking gunslinger and a hot shot pilot but how did he come to be this way? Take a chance and explore the facts in this first novel of the Han Solo Trilogy. When arriving on the planet Ylesia, Han Solo gets a job as a pilot, bearing cargo from various planets and making drop off for the Ylesians and their spice. His employers do not mean for him to leave so they place him under the care of a Togorian called Muuurgh to serve as a bodyguard and to keep Han in line. But everything changes when Han meets a girl - Pilgrim 921 - he wants nothing more than to help free her from her Ylesian captives and to show her the truth. I enjoyed the book, it started off a little slow but rapidly made up for it. A. C. Crispin's writing is descriptive and engaging as we travel through a galaxy of troubles with our favorite nerf herder. The story is simple and relationships are slightly stretched out but on the whole, I enjoyed my read.
Date published: 2012-07-15
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Paradise Snare The Paradise Snare is an epic tale of the adventures of the young Corrilian, Han Solo. Before the Millenium Falcon Han Solo was a young orphan looking to make a name for himself in the ranks of the Imperial Navy. A. C. Crispin takes his readers on a daring adventure of decite and betrayal as our young hero fights to find love and respect in an ever changing galaxy.
Date published: 2001-03-07
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Don't have to like Star Wars to like this! Ever wonder what Han was up to before the trilogy? Well, now you can find out! Follow the eighteen year old Han Solo through adventure, and on his way to becoming a hero!
Date published: 2000-06-16
Rated 5 out of 5 by from EEEEP!! I LOVED this book, i thought it was touching, heroic, and just plain GOOD. i especially like the part when Han helps Muuurgh and Mrrov get back together and transports them back to Togoria. If you do NOT know what i am talking about...READ THE book.
Date published: 2000-05-12
Rated 5 out of 5 by from It's Too Great to Stop I know I have already written a review for this book, but I just can't explain enough how much I love it. Lately I've loaned the book's audio tape from the library, and am dreading having to returning it. Everyone in my family knows the book word for word although they haven't even read it, because I talk about it non stop. This is the greatest book I have ever read and I can't imagine being without it. I will probably have to write 100 reviews for it before I can make my point clear. Like my title says, "It's too great too stop."
Date published: 2000-02-02
Rated 5 out of 5 by from This Book Rocks!!! I have always loved Star Wars, but I am very very picky over the Star Wars books. Sometimes people take a good thing like a story or tv show or whatever and twist it and manipulate it into something that is so complicated, it loses it's roots and is no longer worth seeing or reading. But I can tell you, this is definetly not the case with this book. It sounded like something worth reading, because no one knows what Han was like when he was young anyways and we have very few clues, i read it and i absolutely loved this book, even though i am no longer that crazy about Star Wars, it is just a great story for even the greatest skeptics, like me. This is a book for anyone who likes Star Wars and even for those few who don't. After you read this, you will find yourself searching for the other two that follow it. i know i am. I am halfway through the Hutt Gambit and am already looking for the last one. If you are a reader, and have the patiance to read 400 page books, i gurantee this one is a keeper, which you will want to read more than once.
Date published: 1999-12-13
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Not Just For Star Wars Fans First of all I would like to start by saying that I love Star Wars but it is not why I loved this book. When I first read it I was ten, and I read it in one week, because I couldn't put it down. Now, three years later I refuse to fall asleep without reading at least a few sentances from my "well loved" copy. No matter whether you are a Star Wars fanatic, or someone who just loves a great story of triumph this book will fufill your reading enjoyment as much as it has mine.
Date published: 1999-11-24
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Now I Know Han Solo After reading most of the other Star Wars books, I only had one major question on my mind. With Han Solo being such a dominant and outstanding character (almost more so than Luke) in the movies, how did he become such a renegade? It's all answered in this book. Read it. Then read the next two. This trilogy is on par with Zahn's. Buy it. Buy it. Buy it.
Date published: 1999-08-18

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Han Solo gripped the stolen blaster as he tiptoed along the narrow metal corridor.  When he'd wired into the sim and jimmied the lock into the weapons cache, he'd only had a moment to reach in and grab the first weapon that came to hand.  There'd been no time to pick and choose.  Nervously, he pushed strands of damp brown hair back from his forehead, realizing he was sweating.  The blaster felt heavy and awkward in his hand as he examined it.  Han had seldom held one before, and he only knew how to check the charge from the reading he'd done.  He'd never actually fired a weapon. Garris Shrike didn't permit anyone but his officers to walk around armed. Squinting in the dim light, the young swoop pilot flipped open a small panel in the thickest part of the barrel and peered down at the readouts.  Good. Fully charged.  Shrike may be a bully and a fool, but he runs a taut ship. Not even to himself would the youth admit how much he actually feared and hated the captain of Trader's Luck. He'd learned long ago that showing fear of any sort was a swift guarantee of a beating--or worse.  The only thing bullies and fools respected was courage--or, at least, bravado.  So Han Solo had learned never to allow fear to surface in his mind or heart.  There were times when he was dimly aware that it was there, deep down, buried under layers of street toughness, but anytime he recognized it for what it was, Han resolutely buried it even deeper.  Experimentally, he swung the blaster up to eye level and awkwardly closed one brown eye as he sighted along the barrel.  The muzzle of the weapon wavered slightly, and Han cursed softly under his breath as he realized his hand was trembling.  Come on, he told himself, show some backbone, Solo. Getting off this ship and away from Shrike is worth a little risk. Reflexively, he glanced over his shoulder, then turned back just in time to duck under a low-hanging power coupling.  He'd chosen this route because it avoided all the living quarters and recreation areas, but it was so narrow and low-ceilinged that he was beginning to feel claustrophobic as he tiptoed forward, resisting the urge to turn and look back over his shoulder.  Ahead of him, the near tunnel widened out, and Han realized he was almost at his destination.  Only a few more minutes, he told himself, continuing to move with a stealthy grace that made his progress as soundless as that of a wonat's furred toe-pads.  He was skirting the hyperdrive modules now, and then a larger corridor intersected.  Han turned right, relieved that he could now walk without stooping.  He crept up to the door of the big galley and hesitated outside, his ears and nose busy.  Sounds...yes, only the ones he'd been expecting to hear.  The soft clatter of metal pans, the splooooch of dough being punched, and then the faint sounds of it being kneaded.  He could smell the dough, now.  Wastril bread, his favorite.  Han's mouth tightened.  With any luck, he wouldn't be here to eat any of this particular batch.  Sticking the blaster into his belt, he opened the door and stepped into the galley.  "Hey...Dewlanna..." he said softly.  "It's me.  I've come to say good-bye." The tall, furred being who had been vigorously kneading the wastril dough swung around to face him with a soft, inquiring growl.  Dewlanna's real name was Dewlannamapia, and she had been Han's closest friend since she'd come to live aboard Trader's Luck nearly ten years ago, when Han had been about nine.  (The young swoop pilot had no idea of when he'd been born, of course.  Or who his parents had been.  If it hadn't been for Dewlanna, he wouldn't even have known that his last name was "Solo.") Han couldn't speak Wookiee--trying to reproduce the growls, barks, roars, and rumbling grunts made his throat sore, and he knew he sounded ridiculous--but he understood it very well.  For her part, Dewlanna couldn't speak Basic, but she understood it as well as she did her own language.  So communication between the human youth and the elderly Wookiee widow was fluent, but...different.  Han had gotten used to it years ago and never thought about it anymore.  He and Dewlanna just...talked.  They understood each other perfectly.  Now he hefted the stolen blaster, careful not to point it at his friend.  "Yes," he replied, in response to Dewlanna's comment, "tonight's the night.  I'm getting off Trader's Luck and I'm never coming back." Dewlanna rumbled at him worriedly as she automatically resumed kneading her dough.  Han shook his head, giving her a lopsided grin.  "You worry too much, Dewlanna.  Of course I've got it all planned.  I've got a spacesuit stashed in a locker near the robot freighter docks, and there's a ship docked there now that will be departing as soon as it's unloaded and refueled.  A robot freighter, and it's headed where I want to go." Dewlanna punched her dough, then growled a soft interrogatory.  "I'm heading for Ylesia," Han told her.  "Remember I told you all about it? It's a religious colony near Hutt space, and they offer pilgrims sanctuary from the outside universe.  I'll be safe from Shrike there.  And"--he held up a small holodisk where the Wookiee cook could see it--"look at this! They're advertising for a pilot!  I already used up the last of my payout credits from that job we pulled, to send a message, telling them I'm coming to interview for the job." Dewlanna roared softly.  "Hey, I can't let you do that," Han protested, watching the cook set the loaves into pans and slide them into the thermal grid to bake.  "I'll be okay.  I'll lift some credits on my way to the robot ship.  Don't worry, Dewlanna." The Wookiee ignored him as she shuffled quickly across the galley, her hairy, slightly stooped form moving rapidly despite her advanced age.  Dewlanna was nearly six hundred years old, Han knew.  Old even for a Wookiee.  She disappeared into the door of her private living quarters, and then, a moment later, reappeared, clutching a pouch woven of some silky material that might even, from the look of it, be Wookiee fur.  She held it out to him with a soft, insistent whine.  Han shook his head again, and childishly put his hands behind his back. "No," he said firmly.  "I'm not taking your savings, Dewlanna.  You'll need those credits to buy passage to join me." The Wookiee cocked her head and made a short, questioning sound.  "Of course you're going to join me!" Han said.  "You don't think I'm going to leave you here to rot on this hulk, do you? Shrike gets crazier every year. Nobody's safe aboard the Luck. When I get to Ylesia and get settled in, I'm going to send for you to join me.  Ylesia's a religious retreat, and they offer their pilgrims sanctuary.  Shrike won't be able to touch us there." Dewlanna reached inside the pouch, her hairy fingers surprisingly dexterous as she sifted through the credit vouchers inside.  She handed several to her young friend.  With a sigh, Han relented and took them.  "Well...okay.  But this is just a loan,  okay? I'm going to pay you back.  The salary the Ylesian priests are offering is a good one." She growled her assent, then, without warning, reached out to ruffle his hair with her massive paw, leaving it sticking out in wild disarray.  "Hey!" Han yelped.  Wookiee head rubs were not to be taken lightly.  "I just combed my hair!" Dewlanna growled, amused, and Han drew himself up indignantly.  "I do not look better scruffy.  I keep telling you, the term 'scruffy' ain't complimentary among humans." He stared at her, his indignation vanishing as he realized that this was the last time he'd see her beloved furry face, her gentle blue eyes, for a long time.  Dewlanna had been his closest--and frequently only--friend for so long now.  Leaving her was hard, very hard.  Impulsively, the Corellian youth threw himself against her warm, solid bulk, hugging her fiercely.  His head reached only to the middle of her chest.  Han could remember when he'd barely stood as tall as her waist.  "I'm going to miss you," he said, his face muffled against her fur, his eyes stinging.  "You take care of yourself, Dewlanna." She roared softly, and her long, hairy arms came around him as she returned the embrace.  "Well, ain't this a touching sight," said a cold, all-too-familiar voice.  Han and Dewlanna both froze, then wheeled to face the man who'd entered through the Wookiee's quarters.  Garris Shrike lounged in the doorway, his handsome features set in a smile that made Han's blood coagulate in his veins.

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