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
Lourna’s mouth was dry. This moment had been coming for a long time. Pan had been strutting around like an Alderaanian peacock for months, and now she knew why. What other intel had he gathered? But one thing was certain: Whatever Pan was planning, they weren’t ready, not for this.
The Dowutin snatched up the remains of Ro’s helmet and stalked toward the door. “Where are you going?” she called after him, although the answer was obvious.
Pan stopped at the door and looked over his shoulder. “To finish what Ro started. It’s time we took what is ours. What do you say, Lourna? Splitting the spoils three ways instead of four? Makes perfect sense to me.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Lonisa City Zoo, Valo
Elzar stared at the hragscythe and the hragscythe stared back, three sets of eyes to Mann’s one. The creature wanted to kill him, of that there was no doubt. There was nothing malevolent about the desire. Hragscythes killed, that was just what they did, hunting through the Onderon jungles, ready to tear their prey to messy, red pieces. One of the deadliest predators in the Japreal system. One of the deadliest predators in the galaxy, full stop. Six eyes, eighteen claws, three heads, and more teeth than a pack of nexus. A natural-born killer to be treated with respect. And yet in just one day this magnificent beast would be gawped at by thousands of festival-goers. There would be younglings pulling faces and tourists taking image scans, parents posing their children in front of the monster safe in the knowledge that the ravenous beast was behind modulating containment fields.
No wonder the hragscythe was glaring. He would glare, too, if he were trapped in an enclosure, no matter how “enriched” the cage might be. Void’s Teeth, he would thrash and flail and try to blow the coop apart by pure force of will.