Sweet Nothings
The Abduction of Psyche
The British Are Coming
The Broken Pitcher
You may not enter," the officer said evenly. Vader did not waste words. He raised his hand, fingers outstretched, toward theofficer's throat. Ineffably, the officer began to choke. His knees started buckling,his face turned ashen. Gasping for air, he spoke again. "It is the…Emperor's…command." Like a spring, Vader released the man from his remote grip. The officer,breathing again, sank to the floor, trembling. He rubbed his neck gently. "I will await his convenience," Vader said. He turned and looked out of theview window. Leaf-green Endor glowed there, floating black space, almost as if itwere radiant from some internal source of energy. He felt its pull like a magnet, likea vacuum, like a torch in dead night. Han and Chewie crouched opposite each other in the forest clearing, being quiet,being near. The rest of the strike squad relaxed—as much as was possible—spreadout around them in groups of twos and threes. They all waited.
Monday, November 12, 2007
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