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August 14 - August 28, 2023
That was the most bitter irony of war: The greatest acts of love for your family were the ones that kept you apart from them.
For the first time, he felt like he wasn’t just a passive observer of the story of his life. He was a participant.
The droid’s trail passed not far from a place, the chieftain said, where an entire camp of Tuskens had been mysteriously massacred in the night, many cycles before.
No place is barren of the Force, and they who are one with the Force can always find the possibility of life.
Every person Obi-Wan ever truly loved—Anakin, Satine, Padmé, and Qui-Gon himself—came to a terrible end.
As Obi-Wan will soon learn, the most beautiful form of mastery is the art of letting go.
I may be a country girl who’s never been offplanet, but even I’m aware that when a Jedi walks up to you and says, “Here, have a baby,” it’s not going to end well.
Stop me if you’ve heard this one before: A Chadra-Fan, a Bith, a Sakiyan, an Abyssin, an Aqualish, a human, a Rodian, a Wookiee, another human, and a Muftak walk into a bar, all of them trying to rip one another off at best, and kill one another at worst, more or less.
It ended now. Or it would never end.
It would be a long night, she knew. She had lived long nights before. But in the morning, by whatever sun, she would get up and she would rebel.
