The Unseen Queen: Star Wars Legends (dark Nest, Book Ii) by Troy DenningThe Unseen Queen: Star Wars Legends (dark Nest, Book Ii) by Troy Denning

The Unseen Queen: Star Wars Legends (dark Nest, Book Ii)

byTroy Denning

Mass Market Paperback | September 27, 2005

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The epic Star Wars odyssey enters a new frontier as the heroes of the New Jedi Order confront a monstrous evil–insidious, unseen, and insatiable. . . .

Despite being given new worlds to populate, the insectoid Killiks have not found peace. An unknown enemy has been attacking the new nests–and the Killiks hold the Jedi responsible. Traveling back to the Unknown Regions to unravel the mystery, the Skywalkers and Solos discover an evil far more familiar than they ever expected . . . and even more terrifying. Why does the Dark Nest want to kill Mara? Will Jacen’s apocalyptic vision trigger another galactic war or prevent one? And perhaps most ominous of all, what deadly secret are the Killiks hiding?

To find out, Luke, Mara, Han, and Leia must embark on a perilous journey into the uncharted void between right and wrong. The ferocious Unknown Terrors are only the beginning of the awesome challenges that lie ahead in their quest to fathom the unfathomable. For an obscure dispute is about to explode into chaos, pitting Jedi against Jedi–and threatening the very galaxy itself.
Troy Denning is the New York Times bestselling author of Star Wars: Tatooine Ghost, Star Wars: The New Jedi Order: Star by Star, and the Star Wars: Dark Nest Trilogy, as well as Pages of Pain, Beyond the High Road, The Summoning, and many other novels. A former game designer and editor, he lives in southern Wisconsin with his wife, And...
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Title:The Unseen Queen: Star Wars Legends (dark Nest, Book Ii)Format:Mass Market PaperbackDimensions:368 pages, 6.9 × 4.2 × 0.9 inPublished:September 27, 2005Publisher:Random House Publishing GroupLanguage:English

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Customer Reviews of The Unseen Queen: Star Wars Legends (dark Nest, Book Ii)


Rated 5 out of 5 by from Dark nest 2 As always another good read
Date published: 2014-06-03
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Read first This series is a good star before the fate and legacy sagas
Date published: 2014-04-04
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Awesome continuation Really enjoying a lot of the twists and turns this book pulled. Definitely going to have significant impact on the future of Star Wars.
Date published: 2013-03-21
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Another great Star Wars novel by Troy Denning Troy Denning is quickly becoming a favorite Star Wars author of mine as both this series of books and his contributions to the NJO series were full of action, suspense and surprises. The Unseen Queen takes us back to the frontier between Chiss and Killick space where the insectoid race is afflicted with a mysterious disease that they believe has something to do with the Chiss or the Galactic Alliance. In response to their pleas for help, the usual gang of heroes (Luke, Leia & Han) come to see what they can do to help. Instead, they become embroiled in a labyrinthine plan to take over the galaxy (what's new???) and to start another disastrous war in the galaxy. The final action scenes are the best written, and I hope that the third and final entry into the trilogy wraps things up neatly, as there were certainly some loose ends at the end of this novel.
Date published: 2012-08-26
Rated 4 out of 5 by from A good follow up to Joiner King. The 2nd book in this trilogy was another very good one. I loved having a story where Han and Luke are together sharing an adventure (which hasn't happened enough in previous Star Wars novels). Story is well paced and has some interesting plot twists (I.E. Jacen Solo's story) which will keep any Star Wars fan interested to find out what happens next.
Date published: 2009-06-01
Rated 2 out of 5 by from Not bad, not the best. This book is a bit slow moving for the Star Wars books I am used to. I have read most all of the Star Wars books in print, and this one is maybe the slowest of the bunch. While it may be important to the building of the story for the subsequent books to follow, in some ways it seems just to be a minor bridge in the series, and excuse to publish an extra book in the series. I think the book had too little action and true plot. I found different places where I found myself saying, "so what, get on with it." I love Star Wars, and these books are my favourite read, but I believe this one misses the mark. The series is a very worthwhile read, and this book is essential to the building process, so buy it. However, be aware that this is not going to be the same exciting read you are accustomed to from this author and this series.
Date published: 2006-05-19
Rated 5 out of 5 by from excellent even more captivating than dark nest 1
Date published: 2006-01-24

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One Woteba. The last time Han Solo had been here, the planet had had no name. The air had been thick and boggy, and there had been a ribbon of muddy water purling through the marsh grass, bending lazily toward the dark wall of a nearby conifer forest. A jagged mountain had loomed in the distance, its pale summit gleaming against the wispy red veil of a nebular sky. Now the air was filled with the aroma of sweet membrosia and slow-roasted nerf ribs, and the only water in sight was rippling down the face of an artificial waterfall. The conifer forest had been cut, stripped, and driven into the marsh to serve as log pilings beneath the iridescent tunnel-houses of the Saras nest. Even the mountain looked different, seeming to float above the city on a cushion of kiln steam, its icy peak almost scraping the pale-veined belly of the Utegetu Nebula. “Interesting, what the bugs have done to the place,” Han said. He was standing in the door of the glimmering hangar where they had berthed the Falcon, looking out on the nest along with Leia, Saba Sebatyne, the Skywalkers, and C-3PO and R2-D2. “Not so creepy after all.” “Don’t call them bugs, Han,” Leia reminded him. “Insulting your hosts is never a good way to start a visit.” “Right, we wouldn’t want to insult ’em,” Han said. “Not for a little thing like harboring pirates and running black membrosia.” He crossed a spinglass bridge and stopped at the edge of a meandering ribbon of street. The silver lane was packed with chest-high Killiks hauling rough lumber, quarried moirestone, casks of bluewater. Here and there, bleary-eyed spacers—human and otherwise—were staggering back to their ships at the sore end of a membrosia binge. On the balconies overhanging the tunnel-house entrances, glittered-up Joiners—beings who had spent too much time among Killiks and been absorbed into the nest’s collective mind—were smiling and dancing to the soft trill of spinning wind horns. The only incongruous sight was in the marshy, two-meter gap that served as the gutter between the hangar and the street. A lone insect lay facedown in the muck, its orange thorax and white-striped abdomen half covered in some sort of dull gray froth. “Raynar must know we’ve arrived,” Luke said. He was still on the bridge behind Han. “Any sign of a guide?” The bug in the gutter lifted itself on its arms and began to drum its thorax. “I don’t know,” Han answered, eyeing the bug uncertainly. When it began to drag itself toward the bridge, he said, “Make that a maybe.” The Killik stopped and stared up at them with a pair of bulbous green eyes. “Bur r rruubb, ubur ruur.” “Sorry—don’t understand a throb.” Han knelt on the street’s glimmering surface and extended a hand. “But come on up. Our protocol droid knows over six million—” The insect spread its mandibles and backed away, pointing at the blaster on Han’s hip. “Hey, take it easy,” Han said, still holding out his hand. “That’s just for show. I’m not here to shoot anybody.” “Brubr.” The Killik raised a pincer-hand, then tapped itself between the eyes. “Urrubb uu.” “Oh, dear,” C-3PO said from the back of the bridge. “She seems to be asking you to blast her.” The bug nodded enthusiastically, then averted its eyes. “Don’t get crazy,” Han said. “You’re not that late.” “I think it’s in pain, Han.” Mara knelt on the street beside Han and motioned the insect to come closer. “Come here. We’ll try to help.” The Killik shook its head and tapped itself between the eyes again. “Buurubuur, ubu ru.” “She says nothing can help,” C-3PO said. “She has the Fizz.” “The Fizz?” Han echoed. The Killik thrummed a long explanation. “She says it is very painful,” C-3PO said. “And she would appreciate it if you would end her misery as soon as possible. UnuThul is waiting in the Garden Hall.” “Sorry,” Han said. “I’m not blasting anyone this trip.” The Killik rumbled something that sounded like rodder, then started to drag itself away. “Wait!” Luke extended his hand, and the Killik rose out of the mud. “Maybe we can rig an isolation ward—” The rest of the offer was drowned out as Saras porters turned to point at their nest-fellow’s frothy legs, drumming their chests and knocking the loads out of one another’s arms. The Joiner dancers vanished from their balconies, and startled spacers staggered toward the gutter, squint- ing and reaching for their blasters. Luke began to float the Killik back toward the bridge. It clacked its mandibles in protest and thrashed its arms, but its legs—hidden beneath a thick layer of froth—dangled motionlessly beneath its thorax. A steady drizzle of what looked like dirt specks fell from its feet into the gutter. Han frowned. “Luke, maybe we’d better leave—” A blaster bolt whined out from down the street, taking the Killik in midthorax and spraying a fist-sized circle of chitin and froth onto the hangar’s milky exterior. The insect died instantly, but another uproar erupted on the street as angry spacers began to berate a wobbly Quarren holding a powerful Merr-Sonn Flash 4 blaster pistol. “Ish not my fault!” The Quarren waved the weapon vaguely in Luke’s direction. “Them Jedi wash the ones flyin’ a Fizzer ’round.” The accusation diverted the angry looks toward Luke, but no one in the group was membrosia-smeared enough to harangue a party that included four beings dressed in Jedi robes. Instead the spacers staggered toward the hangar’s other entrances as fast as their unsteady legs could carry them, leaving Han and the Jedi to stare at the dead Killik in astonished silence. Normally, they would have at least taken the killer into custody to await local law enforcement, but these were hardly normal circumstances. Luke just sighed and lowered the victim back into the gutter. Leia seemed unable to take her eyes off it. “From the way those spacers reacted, this is fairly common. Did Raynar’s message say anything about an epidemic?” “Not a word,” Mara said, standing. “Just that Unu had discovered why the Dark Nest attacked me last year, and we needed to discuss it in person.” “I don’t like it,” Han said. “Sounds more convenient all the time.” “We know—and thanks again for coming,” Mara said. “We appreciate the backup.” “Yeah, well, don’t mention it.” Han returned to his feet. “We’ve got a personal interest in this.” Strictly speaking, the pirate harboring and membrosia running in which the Killiks were engaged was not Han and Leia’s concern. But Chief of State Omas was using the trouble as a pretext to avoid keeping his side of a complicated bargain with the Solos, saying that until the nests of the Utegetu Nebula stopped causing so much trouble for the Galactic Alliance, he could not muster the votes he needed to give the Ithorians a new homeworld. Han would have liked to believe the claim was just a big bantha patty, but someone had leaked the terms of the deal to the holopress. Now both the Solo name and the Ithorian homeworld had become linked in the public mind with the pirate raids and “tarhoney” dens that were blighting the frontier from Adumar to Reecee. Once the street traffic had returned to normal, Luke said, “We seem to be out a guide. We’ll have to find Raynar ourselves.” Han started to send C-3PO into the street to ask directions from a Killik, but Luke and the other Masters simply turned to Leia with an expectant look. She closed her eyes for a moment, then turned down the street and confidently began to lead the way deeper into the shimmering nest. Fairly certain that she knew exactly where she was going, Han fell in beside C-3PO and R2-D2 and followed the others in silence. Sometimes hanging out with Jedi was almost enough to make him feel inadequate. For a quarter of a standard hour, the nature of Saras nest did not change. They continued to meet long lines of Killik porters coming in the opposite direction, to crave the roasted nerf they smelled in the air, to marvel at the iridescent sheen of the sinuous tunnel-houses—and to gasp at the purling beauty of the endless string of fountains, sprays, and cascades they passed. Most of the Killik nests Han had visited had left him feeling creepy and a little sick to his stomach. But this one made him feel oddly buoyant and relaxed, perhaps even rejuvenated, as though the most pleasant thing in the galaxy would be sitting on a tunnel-house balcony, sipping golden membrosia, and watching the Joiners dance. It made Han wonder what the bugs were up to now. Gradually, the streets grew less crowded, and the group began to notice more froth-covered bodies in the gutter. Most were already dead and half disintegrated, but a few remained intact enough to raise their heads and beg for a merciful end. Han found himself torn between the desire to stop their suffering and a reluctance to do something so drastic without understanding the situation. Fortunately, Luke was able to take the middle road, using the Force to render each victim unconscious. Finally, Leia stopped about ten meters from an open expanse of marsh. The street continued, snaking through a brightly mottled sweep of bog flowers, but the road surface turned dull and frothy ahead, and the ends of the nearby tunnel-houses were being eaten by gray foam. In the center of the field stood a massive spinglass palace, its base a shapeless mass of ash-colored bubbles and its crown a braided tangle of iridescent turrets swimming with snakes of color. “Tell me that’s not where Raynar was waiting,” Han groaned. “Because there’s no way we’re going—” “Raynar Thul could not be waiting there,” a gravelly voice said from a nearby tunnel-house. “You should know that by now, Captain Solo. Raynar Thul has been gone a long time.” Han turned around and found the imposing figure of Raynar Thul standing in the tunnel-house entrance. A tall man with regal bearing, he had a raw, melted face with no ears, hair, or nose, and all of his visible skin had the shiny, stiff quality of a burn scar. He wore purple trousers and a cape of scarlet silk over a breastplate of gold chitin.