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
Finally Lourna drew her blaster, swinging it up, not to shoot Pan or Ro, but to fire bolt after scarlet bolt into the sky as she too joined the throng.
Death to the Chancellor.
Death to Soh.
Death to the Chancellor.
Death to Soh.
All around, the assembled Nihil followed suit, weapons raised, blasters firing.
Only one being stood unaffected by the fervor, fists clenched and shoulders taut. Pan Eyta glared at Ro, murder in his eyes. Ro looked back calmly, challenging the Dowutin to make good on his threat. But Ro knew he wouldn’t. He couldn’t, not with the Nihil firmly behind their Eye.
Instead, all Eyta could do was join the rest of the retinue, bloodless lips barely moving as the camp reverberated to Ro’s cause.
Death to the Chancellor.
Death to Soh.
Death to the Chancellor.
Death to Soh.
Death to the Chancellor.
Death to Soh.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Lonisa City Spaceport, Valo
The day had finally come after years of planning. The opening of the Republic Fair. Stellan stood, his eyes closed, considering using the Force to quite literally take the weight off his feet. He hadn’t stopped since morning meditation, accompanying the chancellor here, there, and everywhere as the final preparations had been made.
“Feeling it, too, eh?”
Stellan opened his eyes at the sound of the voice. Elzar Mann stood in front of him.
“What I wouldn’t do for a dip in that lake.”
“Or a moment of peace and quiet,” Stellan agreed.
They were back at the spaceport along with every other official on the planet, Stellan in his Temple robes, Elzar still—notably—in his day-to-day garb. But Mann’s face was beaming, which was a distinct improvement from the day before.
“You’ve spent too much time in temples,” Elzar said, breathing in the air as if he savored the reek of fuel. “I was worried when I was first posted here …”
“That’s an understatement.”
“Worried I’d be bored,” Elzar continued, ignoring the interruption. “But now … can’t you feel it, Stellan? The excitement in the air. The anticipation. So much life. So much energy. The Force is strong here.”