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224 pages, Hardcover
First published September 28, 2021
...so Greedo spoke. Han Solo, grinning still,
Pondered two courses in his teeming brain,
Whether to trust his enemy and seek
The mercy of the Hutt, and bef for life,
Or risk the Rodian's pistol, shooting first
With surreptitious aim, since Greedo's tale
Of Jabba lumbering through Mos Eisley's streets
Was hard to credit--nothing but a ruse.
Pondering all this, but loathe to shoot him first,
Han steered the talk astutely to the risks
That crafty smugglers run' yet all the while
He touched his blaster; cocking it, he pulls
The trigger 'neath the table: Greedo's chest
Explodes; sizzling he slumps, his prior shot
Bent far astray, rehearsed so often, now
As futile as his gloating and his glee.
Flipping the barman some small coin, Han strides
Across the smoldering corpse into the street.
(Book I, Iines 824-842)
"You do not realize your importance, Luke.
Your power is in its infancy. Join me,
Whom you may equal, whom you may surpass;
I will complete what Obi-Wan began.
Together we may end the age of war,
Bring order to the restless galaxy.
You will not join? You do not guess the power
Of life lived far beyond the dread of death.
Let not the Jedi prejudice your soul
Against ambition, which aligns the wise
Beside the Force itself. Do I not know?
None knew the Jefi better: I was one,
Indeed, I was the best. Did Obi-Wan
Note tell you of your father's destiny?"
So Vader spoke; but Luke replied in pain:
"I know that Anakin was best, not you;
And, what is better still, that he was good.
Aye, Ben and others told me you destroyed
That prince of pilots, prince of duelists
By means of some foul trick, on Mustafar.
O father, if my dying voice can reach
To death, the hidden kingdom of the Force,
In which, perhaps, your steady soul persists,
See that I die in fighting for revenge!"
So Luke replied, but Vader laughed, and spoke:
"O son of Skywalker, you are deceived.
Your father did not die on Mustafar.
Your wish is granted: he has heard your prayer.
I am your father, Anakin the Just,
Enlightened by the dark, death's conqueror,
The Jedi's bane, and mighty in the Force,
Whose infant son Kenobi stole away.
You doubt me? Search your feelings for the truth!"
(Book VII, lines 633-665)
"O, Leia, could you only see yourself!
Her dark eyes rich with beauty--they are yours;
In you I greet her valor and her grief.
My father did not die on Mustafar,
My father lives, beneath a name of dread:
Darth Vader is my father, Leia, who
Destroyed the Jedi, and whose power defers
To nothing but the horror on the throne.
No, it is true, for Vader swore himself,
And then on Tatooine Ben's ghost agreed.
The fact is hard, but this is harder still:
If I should parish, Leia, none but you
Shall prove the hidden heiress of my power:
For in my blood the Force is strong indeed:
My father wields it as a tool of death;
In me it heaves and surges, hardly tamed;
My sister feels it, though she names it not,
My comrade and my sister and my twin,
Daughter of Anakin, of Vader, you
Whose ceaseless fire oft reignites my own."
(Book IX, lines 777-796)