Chapters (80)
- Cover
- The Rising Storm
- PROLOGUE
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FIFTY
- CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
- CHAPTER SIXTY
- CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
- CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX
- CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE
- CHAPTER SEVENTY
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Bell ran, flooding his body with the Force, driving him faster, his feet pounding along the Innovator’s hull plates. Ember kept pace beside him, head down, ears flat against her head. Even before he’d started, Bell knew he wouldn’t make it. He was moving fast, but the raiders’ ships were faster. They swept in like the horde they were, their thrusters kicking up plumes of water from the lake. He could feel their pilots’ excitement, along with the countless thugs that filled their holds, all of them clutching weapons designed to cause as much damage as possible. It was almost euphoric, the agony of waiting for the carnage to start, the Nihil captains working their crews into a frenzy. Bell glanced at the front viewing platform, searching for Kip and Jom in the crowd that was being herded belowdecks. He couldn’t see Kip’s dark-blue jacket or the flash of orange from Jom’s sweater. But he could see a solitary Rodian ignoring the steward’s calls to move, remaining on the observation deck, captivated by the approaching craft. Bell willed the green-skinned male to move, to snap out of his trance, instead of staring death in the face like a rocan caught in a speeder’s glare.
“Get down,” Bell screamed as he raced forward. “Listen to the steward. They’re going to kill you!”
The Rodian stayed rooted to the spot, even as Bell felt the order being given in the approaching craft, a thumb pressing down hard on a trigger. Fire spat from the nearest fighter, raking across the Innovator’s stern. Bell never saw the Rodian die, but he felt it as keenly as he had felt the spacers screaming in terror high above them when the Nihil armada first struck, or those dying beneath his feet in the crush of fair visitors trampling over one another in panic.
The Nihil craft screamed over Bell’s head, streaking toward the city, laserfire slamming into the hull on either side of him. Ember yelped as she tumbled into the gaping hole that opened up beneath Bell’s feet, her master following seconds later, arms pinwheeling as he tumbled into the abyss.
CHAPTER THIRTY
The Elegencia, above Valo