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Informationen zum Autor Troy Denning is the New York Times bestselling author of Star Wars: Fate of the Jedi novels: Abyss! Vortex! and Apocalypse; Star Wars: Tatooine Ghost; Star Wars: The New Jedi Order: Star by Star; the Star Wars: Dark Nest trilogy: The Joiner King! The Unseen Queen! and The Swarm War; and Star Wars: Legacy of the Force: Tempest! Inferno! and Invincible —as well as Pages of Pain! Beyond the High Road! The Summoning! and many other novels. A former game designer and editor! he lives in western Wisconsin with his wife! Andria. Klappentext NATIONAL BESTSELLER "Jedi and Sith fight side by side against an even greater foe.But how long can enemies remain allies? And how high is the price of betrayal?" In a stunning turn of events! Luke Skywalker and his son! Ben! joined forces with the Sith armada sent to kill them--and used their combined might against the monstrous being Abeloth. But when the wounded creature escapes! the fragile armistice crumbles! and hostilities resume with the attempted assassination of Luke. On the hunt for Abeloth and on the run from the Sith! Luke and Ben find themselves trapped by a mob of angry Force adepts who care little for the difference between light side and dark side. With the Jedi's most famous father-and-son team outnumbered and outgunned! the countdown to galactic disaster has begun--and time is running out. Chapter One The starliner swung into orbit around the planet Coruscant, and beyond the observation bubble appeared the glittering expanse of a billion golden lights. Through a thousand centuries of strife, those lights had continued to shine. Nothing had dimmed their brilliance— not the Rakatan enslavement, not the tyranny of the Empire, not the chaos of civil war. And they continued to shine now, in this new age of creeping shadow, when enemy impostors ruled the Galactic Alliance and Sith Lords slept in the Jedi Temple itself. But all those gleaming lights made Jaina Solo wonder whether Coruscant’s trillion residents actually cared who won the coming war—whether it mattered that they were living under Sith rule, so long as those billion lights continued to shine. The answer came to her almost instantly, in the form of a dark tinge in the Force that could only mean Sith. Jaina shifted her gaze to the interior of the starliner, where a teeming mass of passengers hung floating in their transit harnesses, tethered to the walls of the EconoClass hold. Floating down the central access aisle was a Coruscanti Immigration inspector, his zero-g motility pack emitting small hisses as he twirled in slow-motion cartwheels, demanding identichips and ten- credit “expediting fees.” Behind him followed a pair of Bothan escorts, their snouts wrinkling in disdain each time their superior solicited another bribe. Jaina would have liked to believe the inspector was merely a greedy Sith Saber trying to line his pockets, but she knew better. Vestara Khai, newly defected from the Lost Tribe of Sith, had warned the assault teams to take nothing for granted. In her briefings, Vestara had emphasized that the Sith were not stupid. After insinuating themselves in the Galactic Alliance Senate, they would have moved quickly to take control of the Coruscanti Immigration Service and other key bureaucracies. They would expect the Jedi to be coming, and they would be on the lookout for infiltrators—and petty extortion was an ideal cover for someone trying to identify enemy agents. The inspector stopped near a pair of human siblings in their late twenties. Both were slender and good-looking, with wary eyes and small expressive mouths. The sister’s hair was reddish brown, the brother’s merely brown. Their fierce loyalty to each other showed in the way they remained shoulder-to-shoulder when they turned to face the immigration team. <...
