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New York : Del Rey/Ballantine Books, 2010.
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375 p. ; 25 cm.
As the Jedi deal on their own terms with the epidemic of madness preying on their ranks, Han and Leia Solo, along with their daughter Jaina, join the fight to protect more stricken Knights from arrest. But none of them realize the blaster barrel is already swinging in their direction--and Chief Daala is about to pull the trigger. Nor do Luke and Ben, deep in the Maw Cluster and pushing their Force abilities beyond known limits, realize how close they are to the Sith strike squad bent on exterminating the Skywalkers.


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In a stunning turn of events, Luke Skywalker and his son, Ben, joined forces with members of the Sith armada sent to kill them--and turned their combined might against the monstrous being Abeloth. But with one menace dealt with, a new and even more insidious threat looms.

Now Luke and Ben must go on the run, taking along the inscrutable--and ever dangerous--Sith apprentice Vestara Khai. With a host of Sith warriors in hot pursuit, the Skywalkers soon find themselves trapped on the moon Pydyr, caught between their former allies and a mob of angry Fallanassi. A new truce may be their only hope. But can a Sith ever be trusted?

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.

Author Notes

Bestselling fantasy and science fiction author Troy Denning was born in 1958. He has written many novels, including the Prism Pentad series and multiple contributions to the Star Wars and Forgotten Realms universes. Denning is one of the founders of the game company Pacesetter Ltd, and he co-designed the Dark Sun Dungeons & Dragons campaign setting. He has published under his own name and the pseudonym Richard Awlinson. Denning joined TSR as a game designer in 1981, and was promoted a year later to Manager of Designers, before he moved to the book department. He then worked for two years managing the Pacesetter game company, and had a stint at Mayfair Games. Denning wrote the third novel in TSRs "Avatar Trilogy", Waterdeep (1989), which he wrote under the house pseudonym Richard Awlinson, the book became a New York Times bestselling novel. In October 1989 he rejoined TSR as a senior designer, co-creating the Dark Sun setting with Tim Brown and Mary Kirchoff. Denning returned to freelance writing again in 1991, writing the bestselling "Prism Pentad" for the Dark Sun setting, and the Forgotten Realms "Twilight Giants" trilogy Denning also wrote the Planescape hardcover Pages of Pain "It had to be from the Lady of Pain's viewpoint which is something of a problem, since (as every Planescape player knows) she never speaks and (this was the really good part) the reader must know less about her at the end of the book than he does at the beginning, and nobody knows anything about her at the beginning. In 2010 Troy Denning published his book Vortex and it hit the New York Times Best Seller list.

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Booklist Review

The sixth in a nine-part series finds Luke and Ben continuing their uneasy alliance with the Sith as they investigate the mysterious history of Abeloth, hoping to find out how she caused the Jedi to go mad and how she was freed from her prison. On Coruscant, Leia and Han lead a rescue mission to get the two Horns out of their carbonite prison, thus bringing the inevitable confrontation between the Jedi and Admiral Daala ever closer. Out on the Rim, the slave unrest looks like it might become an outright uprising. Denning does an excellent job moving the action forward, working with the multiple plotlines introduced in the previous five books and adding new elements that will excite fans eager for books seven, eight, and nine. As usual, there is plenty of action and excitement, with the drama evenly spread among the major characters. Sure to be a popular addition to all sf collections.--Moyer, Jessica Copyright 2010 Booklist

Library Journal Review

On a jungle world deep within the Maw Cluster, Luke Skywalker and his son Ben form a fragile alliance with the Sith to uncover the secrets behind the entity known as the Abeloth before it destroys Sith and Jedi alike. Back on Coruscant, Han and Leia Solo become embroiled in the escalating conflict between the Jedi Order and the ambitious and ruthless leader of the Galactic Alliance. The sixth installment of the nine-book "Fate of the Jedi" series brings important conflicts to a head while laying the groundwork for new complications. VERDICT Featuring the familiar heroes of the Star Warsr films as well as the next generation of Skywalkers and Solos, the latest novel by the author of Star Warsr: Fate of the Jedi; Abyss as well as numerous other Star Warsr titles should be in great demand among fans of the series and of space opera in general. (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.



Chapter One Beyond the forward viewport hung the gossamer veil of Ashteri's Cloud, a vast drift of ionized tuderium gas floating along one edge of the Kessel sector. Speckled with the blue haloes of a thousand distant stars, its milky filaments were a sure sign that the Rockhound had finally escaped the sunless gloom of the Deep Maw. And after the jaw-clenching horror of jumping blind through a labyrinth of uncharted hyperspace lanes and hungry black holes, even that pale light was a welcome relief to Jaina Solo. Or rather, it would have been, had the cloud been in the right place. The Rockhound was bound for Coruscant, not Kessel, and that meant Ashteri's Cloud should have been forty degrees to port as they exited the Maw. It should have been a barely discernible smudge of light, shifted so far into the red that it looked like no more than a tiny flicker of flame, and Jaina could not quite grasp how they had gone astray. She glanced over at the pilot's station--a mobile levchair surrounded by brass control panels and drop-down display screens--but found no answers in Lando Calrissian's furrowed brow. Dressed immaculately in a white shimmersilk tunic, lavender trousers, and a hip cape, he was perched on the edge of his huge nerf-leather seat, with his chin propped on his knuckles and his gaze fixed on the alabaster radiance outside. In the three decades Jaina had known Lando, it was one of the rare moments when his life of long-odds gambles and all-or-nothing stakes actually seemed to have taken a toll on his con-artist good looks. It was also a testament to the strain and fear of the past few days--and, perhaps, to the hectic pace. Lando was as impeccably groomed as always, but even he had not found time to touch up the dye that kept his mustache and curly hair their usual deep, rich black. After a few moments, he finally sighed and leaned back into his chair. "Go ahead, say it." "Say what?" Jaina asked, wondering exactly what Lando expected her to say. After all, he was the one who had made the bad jump. "It's not my fault?" A glimmer of irritation shot through Lando's weary eyes, but then he seemed to realize Jaina was only trying to lighten the mood. He chuckled and flashed her one of his nova-bright grins. "You're as bad as your old man. Can't you see this is no time to joke?" Jaina cocked a brow. "So you didn't decide to swing past Kessel to say hello to the wife and son?" "Good idea," Lando said, shaking his head. "But . . . no." "Well, then . . ." Jaina activated the auxiliary pilot's station and waited as the long-range sensors spooled up. An old asteroid tug designed to be controlled by a single operator and a huge robotic crew, the Rockhound had no true co-pilot's station, and that meant the wait was going to be longer than Jaina would have liked. "What are we doing here?" Lando's expression grew serious. "Good question." He turned toward the back of the Rockhound's spacious flight deck, where the vessel's ancient bridge droid stood in front of an equally ancient nav computer. A Cybot Galactica model RN8, the droid had a transparent head-globe, currently filled with the floating twinkles of a central processing unit running at high speed. Also inside the globe were three sapphire-blue photoreceptors, spaced at even intervals to give her full-perimeter vision. Her bronze body casing was etched with constellations, comets, and other celestial artwork. "I know I told Ornate to set a course for Coruscant." RN8's head-globe spun just enough to fix one of her photoreceptors on Lando's face. "Yes, you did." Her voice was silky, deep, and chiding. "And then you countermanded that order with one directing us to our current destination." Lando scowled. "You need to do a better job maintaining your auditory systems," he said. "You're hearing things." The twinkles inside RN8's head-globe dimmed as she redirected power to her diagnostic systems. Jaina turned her own attention back to the auxiliary display and saw that the long-range sensors had finally come online. Unfortunately, they were no help. The only thing that had changed inside its bronze frame was the color of the screen and a single symbol denoting the Rockhound's own location in the exact center. RN8's silky voice sounded from the back of the flight deck. "My auditory sensors are in optimum condition, Captain--as are my data storage and retrieval systems." Her words began to roll across the deck in a very familiar male baritone. "Redirect to destination Ashteri's Cloud, arrival time seventeen hours fifteen, Galactic Standard." Lando's jaw dropped, and he sputtered, "Tha . . . that's not me!" "Not quite," Jaina agreed. The emphasis was placed on the wrong syllable in several words; otherwise, the voice was identical. "But it's close enough to fool a droid." Lando's eyes clouded with confusion. "Are you telling me what I think you're telling me?" "Yes," Jaina said, glancing at her blank sensor display. "I don't quite know how, but someone impersonated you." "Through the Force?" Jaina shrugged and shot a meaningful glance toward a dark corner. While she knew of half a dozen Force powers that could have been used to defeat RN8's voice-recognition software, not one of those techniques had a range measured in light-years. She carefully began to expand her Force awareness, concentrating on the remote corners of the huge ship, and thirty standard seconds later was astonished to find nothing unusual. There were no lurking beings, no blank zones that might suggest an artificial void in the Force, not even any small vermin that might be a Force-wielder disguising his presence. After a moment, she turned back to Lando. "They must be using the Force. There's no one aboard but us and the droids." "I was afraid you'd say that." Lando paused for a moment, then asked, "Luke's friends?" "I hate to jump to conclusions, but . . . who else?" Jaina replied. "First, Lost Tribe or not, they're Sith. Second, they already tried to double-cross us once." "Which makes them as crazy as a rancor on the dancing deck," Lando said. "Abeloth was locked in a black-hole prison for twenty-five thousand years. What kind of maniacs would think it was a good idea to bust her out?" "They're Sith," Jaina reminded him. "All that matters to them is power, and Abeloth had power like a nova has light--until Luke killed her." Lando frowned in thought. "And if they're crazy enough to think they could take Abeloth home with them, they're probably crazy enough to think they could take the guy who killed her." "Exactly," Jaina said. "Until a few weeks ago, no one even knew the Lost Tribe existed. That's changed, but they'll still want to keep what they can secret." "So they'll try to take out Luke and Ben," Lando agreed. "And us, too. Contain the leak." "That's my guess," Jaina said. "Sith like secrecy, and secrecy means stopping us now. Once we're out of the Maw, they'll expect us to access the HoloNet and report." Lando looked up and exhaled in frustration. "I told Luke he couldn't trust anyone who puts High Lord before his name." He had been even more forceful than Jaina in trying to argue Luke out of a second bargain with the Lost Tribe--a bargain that had left the Skywalkers and three Sith behind to explore Abeloth's savage homeworld together. "Maybe we should go back." Jaina thought for only an instant, then shook her head. "No, Luke knew the bargain wouldn't last when he agreed to it," she said. "Sarasu Taalon has already betrayed his word once." Lando scowled. "That doesn't mean Luke and Ben are safe." "No," Jaina agreed. "But it does mean he's risking their lives to increase our chances of reporting to the Jedi Council. That's our mission." "Technically, Luke doesn't get to assign missions right now," Lando pressed. "You wouldn't be violating orders if we--" "Luke Skywalker is still the most powerful Jedi in the galaxy. I think we should assume he has a plan," Jaina said. A sudden tingle of danger sense raced down her spine, prompting her to hit the quick-release on her crash harness. "Besides, we need to start worrying about saving our own skins." Lando began to look worried. "What are you saying?" he asked. "That you're sensing something?" Jaina shook her head. "Not yet." She rose. "But I will be. Why do you suppose they sent us someplace easy to find?" Lando scowled. "Oh . . ." He glanced up at a display, tapped some keys--no doubt trying to call up a tactical report--then slammed his fist against the edge of the brass console. "Are they jamming us?" "That's difficult to know with the ship's sensor systems offline for degaussing," RN8 replied. "Offline?" Lando shrieked. "Who authorized that?" "You did, ninety-seven seconds ago," RN8 replied. "Would you like me to play it back?" "No! Countermand it and bring all systems back up." Lando turned to Jaina and asked, "Any feel for how long we have until the shooting starts?" Jaina closed her eyes and opened herself to the Force. She felt a mass of belligerent presences approaching from the direction of the Maw. She turned to RN8. "How long until the sensor systems reboot?" "Approximately three minutes and fifty-seven seconds," the droid reported. "I'm afraid Captain Calrissian also ordered a complete data consolidation." Jaina winced and turned back to Lando. "In that case, I'd say we have less than three minutes and fifty-two seconds. There's someone hostile coming up behind us." She started toward the hatchway at the back of the cavernous bridge, her boots ringing on the old durasteel deck. "Why don't you see if you can put a stop to those false orders?" "Sure, I'll just tell my crew to stop listening to me." Lando's voice was sarcastic. "Being droids, they'll know what I mean." "You might try activating their standard verification routines," Jaina suggested. "I might, if droid crews this old had standard verification routines." Lando turned and scowled at Jaina as she continued across the deck. "And you're going where?" "You know where," Jaina said. "To your StealthX?" Lando replied. "The one with only three engines? The one that lost its targeting array?" "Yeah, that one," Jaina confirmed. "We need a set of eyes out there--and someone to fly cover." "No way," Lando said. "If I let you go out to fight Sith in that thing, your dad will be feeding pieces of me to Amelia's nexu for the next ten years." Jaina stopped and turned toward him, propping one hand on her hip. "Lando, did you just say let? Did you really say no way to me?" Lando rolled his eyes, unintimidated. "You know I didn't mean it like that. But have you gone spacesick? With only three engines, that starfighter is going to be about as maneuverable as an escape pod!" "Maybe, but it still beats sitting around like a blind bantha in this thing. Thanks for worrying, though." She shot Lando a sour smile. "It's so sweet when you old guys do that." "Old?" Lando cried. After a moment, he seemed to recognize the mocking tone in Jaina's voice, and his chin dropped. "I deserved that, didn't I?" "You think?" Jaina laughed to show there were no hard feelings, then added, "And you know what Tendra would do to me if I came back without Chance's father. So let's both be careful." "Okay, deal." Lando waved her toward the hatchway. "Go. Blow things up. Have fun." "Thanks." Jaina's tone grew more serious, and she added, "And I mean for everything, Lando. You didn't have to be here, and I'm grateful for the risks you're taking to help us. It means a lot to me--and to the whole Order." Lando's Force aura grew cold, and he looked away in sudden discomfort. "Jaina, is there something you're not telling me?" "About this situation?" Jaina asked, frowning at his strange reaction. "I don't think so. Why?" Lando exhaled in relief. "Jaina, my dear, perhaps no one has mentioned this to you before . . ." His voice grew more solemn. "But when a Jedi starts talking about how much you mean to her, the future begins to look very scary." "Oh . . . sorry." Jaina's cheeks warmed with embarrassment. "I didn't mean anything like that. Really. I was just trying to--" "It's okay." Lando's voice was still a little shaky. "And if you did mean something--" "I didn't," Jaina interrupted. "I know," Lando said, raising a hand to stop her. "But if things start to go bad out there, just get back to Coruscant and report. I can take care of myself. Understand?" "Sure, Lando, I understand." Jaina started toward the hatchway, silently adding, But no way am I leaving you behind. "Good--and try to stick close. We won't be hanging around long." A low whir sounded from Lando's chair as he turned it to face RN8. "Ornate, prepare an emergency jump to our last coordinates." "I'm afraid that's impossible, Captain Calrissian," the droid replied. "You gave standing orders to empty the nav computer's memory after each jump." "What?" Lando's anger was edging toward panic now. "How many other orders--no, forget it. Just countermand my previous commands." "All of them?" "Yes!" Lando snapped. "No, wait . . ." Jaina reached the hatchway and, not waiting to hear the rest of Lando's order, raced down the rivet-studded corridor beyond. She still had no idea what the Sith were planning, but she was going to stop them--and not only because the Jedi Council needed to know everything she and Lando could tell them about the Lost Tribe of the Sith. Over the years, Lando had been as loyal a friend to the Jedi Order as he had to her parents, time after time risking his life, fortune, and freedom to help them resolve whatever crisis happened to be threatening the peace of the galaxy at the moment. He always claimed he was just repaying a favor, or protecting an investment, or maintaining a good business environment, but Jaina knew better. He was looking out for his friends, doing everything he could to help them survive--no matter what mess they had gotten themselves into. Jaina reached the forward hangar bay. As the hatch opened in front of her, she was surprised to find a bank of floodlights already illuminating her battered StealthX. At first, she assumed Lando had ordered the hangar droid to ready the Rockhound's fighter complement for launch. Then she saw what was missing from her starfighter. There were no weapons barrels extending from the wingtips. In fact--on the side facing her, at least--the cannons themselves were gone. She was so shocked that she found herself waiting for the rest of the hangar lights to activate, having forgotten for the moment that the Rockhound did not have automatic illumination. The whir of a pneumatic wrench sounded from the far side of the StealthX, and beneath the starfighter's belly she noticed a cluster of telescoping droid legs straddling the actuator housing of a Taim & Bak KX12 laser cannon. Excerpted from Vortex by Troy Denning 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.