From a Certain Point of View Quotes

“Her heart tightens as she remembers her husband’s lonely work transmitting messages for the Alliance, locked for hours in a room sifting through code. It’s a blessing, having these people around her, one she’d be a fool to ignore.”
― Olivie Blake, From a Certain Point of View: Return of the Jedi

“She could spend all night on this blasted message, she knows from experience, but what good would it do her or Temmin in the end? A diversion would serve her far better, even one as frustrating as sabacc. And a night of camaraderie with her new wingmates could only help them once the battle came.”
― Olivie Blake, From a Certain Point of View: Return of the Jedi

“Listen, I promised Janson I’d teach him sabacc later. You should come.” “I hate sabacc,” she exaggerates, just to mess with him. Sure enough, Calrissian emits such an indignant squawk that she bursts into laughter in spite of herself. The full-body reaction settles some of her jangling nerves. “Clearly you’ve never played it right.” He now takes both her hands and pulls her up. The faintest whiff of Chandrilan cologne makes her nose twitch, which in turn elicits a maddening wink from Calrissian.”
― Olivie Blake, From a Certain Point of View: Return of the Jedi

“Temmin. I’m sorry I haven’t called like I should. Things are changing. The Alliance is flying out to battle tomorrow. If I die, I want you to—dammit, no. Stang, what absolute garbage—” “Having trouble?” She jumps at the voice and turns to see Lando Calrissian in the doorway, his smile halfway between amused and sympathetic.”
― Olivie Blake, From a Certain Point of View: Return of the Jedi

“The Alliance ends tomorrow, one way or another. It’s got a better chance of rebirth if you get back in that cockpit. She barks out a short, humorless laugh. Usually her self-deprecation isn’t quite so incisive. Pull it together. Shoulders squared, she eyes the projector and thumbs on the recording. “Temmin,” she murmurs, then pauses. “If you’re seeing this, chances are good I’m dead…” She snarls and hits stop.”
― Olivie Blake, From a Certain Point of View: Return of the Jedi

“Calrissian looks at her with some surprise. “You have a kid?” “Yeah. He’s back home with my sister.” She struggles to keep her voice light amid the sharp pang in her chest. Temmin. Fifteen now, a wiry adolescent in place of the boy she’d left behind. She’s been so swept up in the work, in preparations for the fight, that she can’t remember the last time she sent a message home. Shame washes over her, and she lowers her head so they can’t see how her cheeks have flushed. Calrissian doesn’t break his stride, merely thumps her on the shoulder again with a smile that’s far more sincere. “Ah, don’t worry about it then. I’ll scam another rookie.” “Please don’t,” Wedge says with a soft groan. Lando winks at him before he strides over to a blue-haired pilot near the door, his arm soon draped around them in the same flirtatious manner. Temporarily forgotten, Norra watches as a put-upon Wedge follows him and enters another losing battle. She lingers in the changing room long after everyone else abandons it, elbows resting on her knees, a crummy, fourth-rate holoprojector cupped in one hand. Her thumb moves back and forth over the buttons, unable to find any words worth ferrying through five different encryptions halfway across the galaxy. Instead she studies the scuffed ridges of the floor, marveling at their relative cleanliness. Home One is in better condition than most rebel frigates she’s found herself on, any grimy streaks beneath her signs of recent battle rather than decay. If they all survive this she should see about making a permanent— No. What was she thinking? If they survive this, she’s going home. Home to Akiva and her family. Temmin. She’ll take him off that muggy mess of a world; bring him with her wherever she goes next. Three years and she hasn’t found his father, hasn’t come close to reuniting their broken family. She’s found purpose, yes, found a cause she believes in more than Brentin, more even than Temmin. The galaxy’s freedom goes before any of them. But she has sacrificed enough on her son’s behalf. If she survives, he deserves his mother back. And if you don’t survive? Nausea fills her with such force she fears she’ll actually be ill. The room spins as she ducks her head between her knees, for whatever good that’ll do. She can’t do this. She can’t leave Temmin alone for the rest of his life. Pain, dying, that’s all one thing, but her son has already lost enough. It was beyond heartless to throw herself into the vanguard. Antilles played on her convictions to make her agree, on her sense of duty, but what duty could be more important than her son?”
― Olivie Blake, From a Certain Point of View: Return of the Jedi

“I don't want to point fingers, but perhaps the solution for the "we need more men" problem would be not to throw all available men through the air lock once they complain there's no caf.”
― Laura Pohl, From a Certain Point of View: Return of the Jedi

“(as if Jabba would hand over their favorite wall hanging, the carbonite slab with the most punchable face, just because somebody had sent a droid to make demands!).”
― Saladin Ahmed, From a Certain Point of View: Return of the Jedi