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Chapters (80)
  1. Cover
  2. The Rising Storm
  3. PROLOGUE
  4. CHAPTER ONE
  5. CHAPTER TWO
  6. CHAPTER THREE
  7. CHAPTER FOUR
  8. CHAPTER FIVE
  9. CHAPTER SIX
  10. CHAPTER SEVEN
  11. CHAPTER EIGHT
  12. CHAPTER NINE
  13. CHAPTER TEN
  14. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  15. CHAPTER TWELVE
  16. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  17. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  18. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  19. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  20. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  21. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  22. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  23. CHAPTER TWENTY
  24. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  33. CHAPTER THIRTY
  34. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  35. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  43. CHAPTER FORTY
  44. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  45. CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
  46. CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
  47. CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
  48. CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
  49. CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
  50. CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
  51. CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
  52. CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
  53. CHAPTER FIFTY
  54. CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
  55. CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
  56. CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
  57. CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
  58. CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
  59. CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
  60. CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
  61. CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
  62. CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
  63. CHAPTER SIXTY
  64. CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
  65. CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
  66. CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
  67. CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
  68. CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
  69. CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX
  70. CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN
  71. CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT
  72. CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE
  73. CHAPTER SEVENTY
  74. CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE
  75. CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO
  76. CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE
  77. CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR
  78. CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE
  79. CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX
  80. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

But he remembered what it felt like to send the island spinning through the sky. Such a feat should have left him exhausted, but he wasn’t, and that scared him most of all. He felt energized, more alive than he had for months, years even. He ran a shaking hand over his face, glad that the war-cloud had rushed back in, hiding him from sight.

These waters were deep. These waters would drown him, unless …

Unless.

Elzar drew the word to him, hugging it close as if it was a life buoy in the sea. There was always another way. Always hope.

He would go to Stellan and Avar, tell them what he had done, how he had touched the darkness, used the darkness and, for a moment, reveled in it. His friends would understand. They would see what had brought Elzar to this point, and they would help. There would be no more secrets. No more going it alone. No more distractions. Even if he had to become a Padawan again, he would not walk this path.

He was Jedi.

Still shaking, Elzar drew his lightsaber and turned to rejoin the fight. He didn’t see the weapon that came swinging out of the smoke, but felt it connect to his head, a supernova bursting across his vision as he smashed back to the ground.

The blow would have killed another man, but Elzar had come too far to be killed today. He looked up, blinking through his own blood to see the Tholothian woman with the missing tendril and the indigo eyes. The Tholothian woman who was holding the discarded Nihil mace in her hands.

“Where is my lightsaber, Jedi?” Ty Yorrick spat with undisguised venom. “Answer me now.”

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

The Starlight Pavilion

If Rhil had been impressed with OrbaLin before he charged into battle, she would never forget the sight of him running headfirst into the exhibition hall, helmet down and lightsaber glowing.

A quartet of Nihil were on the other side of the doors, cramming priceless treasures into sacks. With their bulky and frankly terrifying helmets it was difficult to see what species they belonged to, although there was no mistaking the towering Lamproid with its curved neck and bony legs, each ending in a clawed pincer. Two of the six grippers had been replaced by crude mechanical claws, but all were busy looting a stand filled with ancient lightsaber hilts.

“Dee!” the Lamproid cried out as OrbaLin charged out of the smoke. “We have company!”

“I see him,” a masked Twi’lek with long green lekku replied, drawing twin blasters and firing on the archivist at point-blank range. “Get the others out of here, Amarant. Take everything you can.”

“I’m afraid I can’t allow that to happen,” OrbaLin informed her, batting the bolts into the nearest Nihil, a human wearing a complex respirator. The pirate dropped, smoke curling from the burns on his chest.