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Title:
Refugee
Author:
Dix, Shane, 1960-
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Physical Description:
3 audio discs (3 hr.) : digital ; 4 3/4 in.
General Note:
Abridged.

Compact disc.

Read by Jonathan Davis.
Language:
English
Added Uniform Title:
Star wars (Motion picture)
ISBN:
9780553713657
Format :
Audiobook on CD

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Summary

Summary

Swift and deadly, the Yuuzhan Vong have blasted their way across the galaxy--and now stand on the threshold of total victory. Yet a courageous few still dare to oppose them. . . .

Rife with hostile cultures and outright enemies, the Unknown Regions holds many perils for Luke Skywalker and the Jedi, searching for Zonama Sekot, the living planet that may hold the key to dealing once and for all with the Yuuzhan Vong.

Meanwhile, on the edge of the galaxy and in the heart of a trusted ally, old enemies are stirring. The Yuuzhan Vong have inflamed long-forgotten vendettas that are even now building up to crisis point. And as Han and Leia journey on their quest to knit the unraveling galaxy back together, betrayal and deception await them. . . .


Author Notes

Sean Williams was born in Whyalla, Australia in 1967. He studied at Adelaide University receiving a Bachelor of Economics. Sean completed a Masters in Creative Writing in 2005 and is currently a PhD candidate. Sean is a prolific writer. His books include the Books of the Catalcysm and (with Shane Dix) Evergence, Orphans and Geodesica series. Sean is a multiple recipient of both the Ditmar and Aurealis Awards. He won the 2015 Aurealis Awards Best Science Fiction Short Story. His novelisation of Star Wars: The Force Unleashed was the first novelisation of a computer game to debut at #1 on the "New York Times" bestseller list.

(Bowker Author Biography)


Excerpts

Excerpts

It was a huge pit: easily thirty meters deep and almost a kilometer across. Mighty columns stretched up into the sky, reaching for the planet that hung in the blackness like an overripe fruit about to fall. Around her on the ground were a number of ships, some secured in their birthing bays by restraining carapaces, others just lying on the ground in various stages of disrepair and decay. She knew the place to be an old spaceport--one that was both comfortingly familiar and disconcertingly alien. She wanted to climb into one of the derelict spaceships and fly off to the planet up above--for she knew that here, at least, she might be safe--but the dilapidated condition of the ships told her that this simply wasn't an option. The spaceport and all its craft had lain unused for many years. It was abandoned, just like the world beneath her feet--as abandoned as she felt herself to be. Someone was standing behind her. She turned, startled, and found herself staring at a distant reflection of herself. Only it wasn't her at all. This person had scars across her forehead. Reaching up, she realized she didn't carry any such scars. The only scars she carried were the ones on her arms, and they felt completely different. Her reflection's scars stood out boldly, proudly, and had been carved into the flesh with purpose . Hers, on the other hand, were a product of anger and an intense desire to remove something she'd thought she had seen lurking beneath her skin . . . "There's nowhere left to run," the ghostly reflection said. In the distance came the howl of the lizard beast. "Not for you, either," she pointed out. Despite obvious effort to hide it, there was fear behind the reflection's gaze. "Why do you want to hurt me?" she asked it. "Because you want to hurt me." "I want to be left alone! I want only to be free!" "As do I." "But I belong here!" The reflection surveyed their surroundings, then faced her again. "As do I." The howl of the creature sounded again, louder this time, and closer. "It can smell us," the reflection said. "It can smell my fear, and it can smell your guilt." "I have nothing to feel guilty for." "No, you don't. And yet there it is, nonetheless." She looked into herself, then, and saw the guilt of which the reflection spoke. It had always been there, she knew; she just hadn't wanted to see it. But now the amorphous and neglected emotion took shape, forming into words that rose in her thoughts, in her throat, finally demanding release: Why am I alive when the one I love is dead? And with this came a deafening roar from the lizard creature. It was a roar of anger, of remorse, and of regret; it was a bellow whose echo called back to her out of the dark over and over again, fading each time until it be-came little more than a far-off whisper, a distant speck in the dark . . . Tahiri . . . Tahiri . . . "Tahiri?" The hand shaking her shoulder did more to dispel the dream than the sound of her own name being spoken. She blinked, then looked around vaguely at her surroundings. The walls so close around her seemed small in comparison to the dreamscape she'd just left--so much more restricting. "Come on, kid--snap out of it." Han's voice was rough and hard, like the hands shaking her. She looked at him through tear-stained eyes and saw his worried and fatigued expression. Leia stepped between them, her gentle features smiling reassuringly at Tahiri. “ Excerpted from New Jedi Order: Refugee by Shane Dix, Sean Williams All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.

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