The Rise of Skywalker (Star Wars: Novelizations, #9)

by Rae Carson

The boy’s only worth would lay in continuing the bloodline through more natural methods.

Surprise, he imagined his father saying.

How had Rey not noticed before that he had the long face and posture of his father, the warm brown eyes of his mother?

The Rule of Two, a Master always in desperate search of a yet more powerful apprentice, was a pale imitation, an unworthy but necessary successor to the older, purer doctrine of the Dyad.

“Look at this!” Poe hollered, “Look at this!” as Lando laughed and laughed. “The allies,” Aftab Ackbar said. “They’re here!” “The whole galaxy’s here!” Poe exclaimed.

“Millennium Falcon, standing by for orders,” said Lando.

“Ghost, standing by.”

“Just…go shoot stuff!

She had to give. She had to give everything.

They’d been with her all along; she just needed to learn how to hear them. Like Leia had promised.

Rey stood, full of strength freely given to her by those who had come before.

I am all the Sith!” Her wrist felt like it was going to break. But it wouldn’t. Not today. “And I,” she said, reaching for more strength, for Leia’s lightsaber. It clicked into her hand. “I am all the Jedi.”

“Never another kid,” he said. “Not even one,” she agreed.

“Trust me, I’m fast!” he insisted, already turning his fighter around. “Not as fast as this ship,” came Lando’s voice. “Hold on, Chewie!”

He knew exactly what Rey would do, in his place. It was the easiest decision he’d ever made.

He had no doubt the golden, godlike one was responsible for yet another deliverance.

Everyone knew who he was, but it was different, being known without knowing. Of all his oldest, best friends, only Chewie was left.

“Rey,” Finn whispered. “I’ve been meaning to tell you—” “I know,” she said, thinking of the way his presence had become so bright in her mind. “We all know,” Poe said.