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

by Drew Karpyshyn

There is no emotion; there is peace.

“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.”

Denying or attempting to utterly control emotion, Revan felt, was a fool’s game. Jealousy was actually the result of ill-prepared Jedi being overwhelmed by feelings they had never learned to face. Revan believed Jedi could be taught to use positive emotions like love and happiness to strengthen their connection to the Force in the same way that hatred and anger gave power to those who followed the dark side.

They’re searching for Mandalore’s Mask. They think you hid it somewhere on Rekkiad.”

“Whoever finds it will be hailed as the new leader of the clans,” Canderous continued. “Mandalore will rise again, and the Mandalorians will follow.”

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

“Take your time,” Meetra said. “I know this is difficult. Tee-Three’s waited three years for this; he can wait a little while longer.”

“I am Revan reborn,” he said to Nyriss. “And before me you are nothing.” Nyriss’s eyes went

“Fear is only an emotion; a trick the mind plays on us. You must learn to set your fear aside.”

He understood that the two sides of the Force were more closely intertwined with each other than either the Jedi or the Sith would ever admit.

He had learned to balance on the knife-edge between them, drawing on both the light and dark sides for strength.