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

by Drew Karpyshyn

There is no sun, no dawn; just the perpetual gloom of night. The only illumination comes from jagged forks of lightning, carving a wicked path through angry clouds. In their savage wake thunder shreds the sky, unleashing a torrent of hard, cold rain. The storm is coming, and there is no escape.

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

Revan has some snark, and I'm here for it.

He no longer clung to the simplistic ideals of right and wrong or good and evil. He understood better than anyone that dark and light were intertwined in strange and complex ways.