Star Wars: Dawn of the Jedi: Into the Void by Tim Lebbon

Author:Tim Lebbon
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Mystery, Star Wars, Video Game Adaptations, Action & Adventure, Science Fiction & Fantasy, TV, Movie, Space Opera, Thriller & Suspense, Science Fiction, Fantasy, Adventure, Genre Fiction, Thriller, Literature & Fiction
ISBN: 9780345541949
Publisher: LucasBooks
Published: 2013-05-07T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

RAN DAN’S FOLLY

Je’daii must know their limits. There are places we should not go, things we should not do, powers we should not seek. The Force has an incredible strength, but a Je’daii’s true strength is in knowing when to use it, and when not.

—Master Shall Mar, “A Life in Balance,” 7,541 TYA

She chases him across Talss, alone, without weapons or supplies or equipment, following his trail where she can find it, doing her best to sense his presence and direction when she cannot, and it is three days before she has an inkling of where he is heading.

Lanoree knows she should not have simply run. She should have waited for Dam-Powl, and now fears what the Je’daii Master will think of her. But she is confident that she will not be a suspect in Skott Yun’s murder. And if she is, the time will come to put things right.

Lanoree is doing what she can to avoid losing her brother forever. Everything feels unreal, nightmarish. Dalien is a murderer! She has been made to grow up, and her world has changed forever.

Talss is a wild, sparsely populated land, and the farther south she goes, the more alien the landscape becomes. It is sometimes called the Dark Continent, and she is beginning to understand why. She descends from the hills onto a wide, endless plain, almost devoid of any plant growth over waist height. She wonders why for a while, and then half a day across the plain the first of the winds strikes. An initial gust steals Lanoree’s breath and knocks her sideways, and she curls into a ball against a low rock as the most powerful wind she had ever known rips across the landscape. The tall, thin grasses that she has come to hate—her lower legs and hands are crisscrossed with cuts from the grasses’ sharp tips and sheer edges—whip around her, lying almost flat across her body and yet weathering the storm. She feels the dribble of blood from fresh grass-cut wounds, and now lying down her face is lacerated as well. She struggles to breathe.

All the time she is trying to make herself as small as possible, and find as much shelter as she can behind the rock, she fears that Dal will continue walking through the storm.

She pushes for him, taking comfort in flowing with the Force. He is somewhere ahead, his mind a riot of confusion. It has been the same since leaving Anil Kesh, and Lanoree is not certain whether it is intentional. He knows her so well, knows how she will try to reach him. Perhaps this is his best defense.

Just before dusk the winds start to ease, and she stands and hurries on. She is thirsty, hungry, and cold. Frost sheens countless blades of grass, hardening them, forming a landscape of glimmering jewels for as far as she can see in every direction. It is beautiful and is like wading through a sea of blades.

Dal, stop, for me, she thinks, pushing the thought as hard as she can ahead of her.

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