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
“We should get inside,” he said abruptly, suddenly all too aware of how close he and Samera were standing. He took a step back, turning to look up at the imposing façade of the Hotel Republica, lavishly refurbished thanks to a grant from the fair committee. All the visiting dignitaries would be staying here, from the chancellor to Regasa Yovet herself. Remember who you are, Elzar told himself as they crossed the road, avoiding the steady stream of speeders. Samera, for her part, stepped slightly ahead, marching up the hotel’s marbled steps in front of him. She wasn’t stupid. She’d noticed his discomfort, seen him stiffen and step away hurriedly, changing the subject. No, she wasn’t the stupid one. When would he ever learn?
Elzar followed her toward the turbolift, the doors pinging open to save them from an awkward wait in the lobby. Samera stepped briskly into the car and punched a button.
“The ambassador is waiting for us on the seventeenth floor.” Her voice was sharper than before. More professional, maybe even cold.
Good, Elzar thought. That was better. That was how it was supposed to be. Samera was a coordinator, he was a Jedi, and that was the end of it.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Grizal
Grizal was not what Lourna Dee had expected when she joined the Nihil. She hadn’t expected luxury. After all, she’d run away from that. But a forgotten prison complex as far off the star map as you could get without venturing into the Unknown Regions? That was something else.