Quotes from Alan Dean Foster

The Hermit of the Commonwealth. That had a solid ring to it. Stoic and aesthetic. There was only one problem with the noble life he had set out for himself. It was a terrible way to meet girls. Whoever

I've lived for over one thousand years, son. Long enough to see the same eyes in different people.

Husband and wife stood regarding each other for the first time in years. Amid the smoke and drifting embers, neither said a word. Emerging from behind the figure in the portal, C-3PO walked out into the scorched field to confront the motionless droid beside Han.

Tekka shrugged—an old man's shrug, slow and full of meaning. "I've traveled too far and seen too much to ignore the collective anguish that threatens to drown the galaxy in a flood of dark despair. Something must be done; whatever the cost, whatever the danger. Without the Jedi, there can be no balance in the Force, and all will be given over to the dark side.

Formal profile or not, of one thing he was now certain: They had badly underestimated what had seemed to be a Resistance pilot on the verge of physical and emotional collapse.

place they had talked. And if the many kudos to the

Two surviving human beings on the entire planet, Ruslan thought, and they can't stand each other. A fitting metaphor for the entire species.

This way and stop looking so positive: optimism doesn't fit a prisoner's profile. Poe obediently lowered his head and adopted as morose an expression as possible.

Niima was a functioning armpit of a town and nothing more, a place where no one asked questions and everyone went quietly about their own business.

Nobody came to Jakku.

I know what I have to do, but I don't know if I have the strength to do it." Ren moved out onto the walkway toward Han. "Will you help me?" "Yes," Han told him. "Anything.

His only fear then was that the man might shoot first and ask questions later. Thankfully, he did not.

That weapon—is mine." Finn all but snarled his reply. "Come and get it.

No, I did not saysay that." Ever courteous, Klerjamboo was quick to correct the younger female. "I implied that we should try tu understand it." He gestured with his own somewhat smaller and lighter weapon. "Then we can kill it.

He was training a new generation of Jedi. There was no one else left to do it, so he took the burden on himself. Everything was going good, until one boy, an apprentice, turned against him and destroyed it all. Everything Luke had worked toward: gone. Luke felt responsible. He walked away from everything.

Halting an arm's length away, he studied her face from behind his mask. When he finally spoke, he sounded at once impressed and surprised. You would kill me. Knowing nothing about me. Finding that her mouth and lips worked, she replied defiantly. Why wouldn't I kill you? I know about the First Order.

But patience had to be learned alone.

It is you," Ren murmured.

If she let go or otherwise lost her grip, of course, it would solve all her problems. Permanently.

Typical Ren, Hux thought. Self-centered, arrogant, indifferent to the interests of others.

Maybe one day, before the universe died, Unkar Plutt would take a bath.

Women always figure out the truth.

It was evident from both Hux's tone and body language that he held no love for the newcomer. The feeling was mutual; neither took pains to hide his contempt.

Having been gathered in stages by an immense array of coupled collectors located on the other side of the planet, a tremendously compact volume of a type of dark energy known as quintessence had been accumulated at the center of the planet. Held in place inside a roiling molten metal core by the frozen world's powerful magnetic field