StarWars.com gave fans all kinds of goodies this week. The site published an excerpt from Cavan Scott’s new novel, Star Wars: The High Republic: The Rising Storm, the next book of the Star Wars: The High Republic series.
Available July 6, 2021, Scott told the Star wars community what it was like to take the Star Wars universe in a new direction. “Write a Star wars the novel is always an honor, and it was no different. It’s a responsibility I never take lightly, especially when opening a new era Star wars narration as the High Republic. ”
Scott is now part of the exclusive group of authors who wrote Star wars novels to include Charles Soule, Claudia Gray, Justina Ireland and Daniel José Older.
Rising Storm prologue excerpts unbox Elzar Mann’s terrifying visions of the end of the Jedi Order. Here is an excerpt from the text:
The screams had never left Elzar Mann. Many months had passed since Starlight Beacon’s dedication ceremony, since he had stood alongside his fellow Jedi. Ever since he was with Avar Kriss.
The eyes of the galaxy were on them in their temple finery, that damn necklace that itched as he listened to speeches and platitudes, first from Chancellor Lina Soh, head of the Galactic Republic, then from Avar.
Its Avar. Hetzal’s hero.
The Beacon was their promise to the galaxy, Avar had said. It was their alliance. He could still hear her words.
Whenever you feel lonely. . . whenever darkness draws near. . . know that the Force is with you. Know that we are with you. . . For light and life.
For light and life.
But that didn’t stop the darkness from closing in later in the day. A wave of pain and suffering, a vision of the future too terrible to comprehend. “
He staggered, clutching at a handrail, blood spurting from his nose as the pressure in his head threatened to split his skull in two.
What he had seen had haunted him ever since. It had consumed him.
Jedi dying one by one, captured by a twisted and unfathomable cloud. Stellan. Avar. Everyone he had known in the past and everyone he would meet in the days to come. Faces both familiar and strange torn apart.
And the screams.
The screams were the worst.
He had gone through the rest of the evening in a daze, going through the movements, not quite present, the echo of what he had seen. . . what he had heard. . . burnt in his mind.
There had been some mistakes, a few too many glasses of Rosé Kattadan at the reception, Avar requesting that dance she had been talking about, Elzar leaning a little too eagerly, a little too publicly.
He could still feel her hand on his chest, pushing him away.
“El. What are you doing?”
They had argued in private, her head was still spinning.
“We are no longer Padawans.”
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