Revan (Star Wars: The Old Republic, #1)

by Drew Karpyshyn

The dark side fed on passion and raw emotion, but it was important to temper it with cold analysis and reason.

“Now you know why I told HK-Forty-seven he couldn’t come,” Revan told T3. “He’d probably try to clear a path through all these ‘meatbags’ with a flamethrower.”

“Uh, uh, uh,” Revan said, wagging his finger at her. “There is no emotion; there is peace.”

“Peace is a lie; there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength.” The words came easily to Scourge; the mantra had been drilled into his brain during his training until it was second nature. “Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through victory my chains are broken.”

“A warrior who doesn’t hope for battle has no hope during battle.”

“Mandalore has returned,” he declared. “I am Mandalore the Preserver, and I will restore the honor and glory of my people!”