Star Wars Luke Skywalker and the Shadows of Mindor [NOOK Book]

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Emperor Palpatine and Darth Vader are dead. The Empire has been toppled by the triumphant Rebel Alliance, and the New Republic is ascendant. But the struggle against the dark side and the Sith Order is not over. Luke Skywalker, Princess Leia, Han Solo, Lando Calrissian, and their faithful comrades have had little time to savor victory before being called on to defend the newly liberated galaxy.

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Overview

Emperor Palpatine and Darth Vader are dead. The Empire has been toppled by the triumphant Rebel Alliance, and the New Republic is ascendant. But the struggle against the dark side and the Sith Order is not over. Luke Skywalker, Princess Leia, Han Solo, Lando Calrissian, and their faithful comrades have had little time to savor victory before being called on to defend the newly liberated galaxy.

Powerful remnants of the vanquished Empire, hungry for retaliation, are still at large, committing acts of piracy, terrorism, and wholesale slaughter against the worlds of the fledgling New Republic. The most deadly of these, a ruthless legion of black-armored Stormtroopers, do the brutal bidding of the newly risen warlord Shadowspawn. Striking from a strategically advantageous base on the planet Mindor, they are waging a campaign of plunder and destruction, demolishing order and security across the galaxy–and breeding fears of an Imperial resurgence. Another reign of darkness beneath the boot-heel of Sith despotism is something General Luke Skywalker cannot, and will not, risk.

Mobilizing the ace fighters of Rogue Squadron–along with the trusty Chewbacca, See-Threepio, and Artoo-Detoo– Luke, Han, and Leia set out to take the battle to the enemy and neutralize the threat before it’s too late. But their imminent attack on Mindor will be playing directly into the hands of their cunning new adversary. Lord Shadowspawn is no freshly anointed Sith Chieftain but in fact a vicious former Imperial Intelligence officer–and Prophet of the Dark Side. The Emperor’s death has paved the way for Shadowspawn’s return from exile in the Outer Rim, and mastery of ancient Sith knowledge and modern technology has given him the capability to mount the ultimate power play for galaxy wide dominion. Dark prophecy has foretold that only one obstacle stands in his way, and he is ready– even eager–for the confrontation.

All the classic heroes, all the explosive action and adventure, all the unparalleled excitement of Star Wars come breathlessly alive as the adventures of Luke Skywalker continue.

Features a bonus section following the novel that includes a primer on the Star Wars expanded universe, and over half a dozen excerpts from some of the most popular Star Wars books of the last thirty years!
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Luke Skywalker, Princess Leia, Han Solo, Chewbacca, C-3P0, R2-D2, Lando Calrissian, and the pilots of Rogue Squadron rush to Mindor to do battle with Lord Shadowspawn's Black Stormtroopers, but it's all a trick. When these Star Wars warriors discover the Machiavellian ruse, they must recoup quickly or suffer annihilation. An all-new adventure featuring mega-popular characters.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780307795854
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 6/28/2011
  • Series: Star Wars Series
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 400
  • Sales rank: 89,753
  • File size: 5 MB

Meet the Author

Matthew Stover is the New York Times bestselling author of the Star Wars novels Revenge of the Sith, Shatterpoint, and The New Jedi Order: Traitor, as well as Caine Black Knife, The Blade of Tyshalle, and Heroes Die. He is an expert in several martial arts. Stover lives outside Chicago.


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CHAPTER 1

The Corellian Queen was a legend: the greatest luxury liner ever to ply the spaceways, an interstellar pleasure palace forever beyond the grasp of all but the galaxy’s super-elite—beings whose wealth transcended description. Rumor had it that for the price of a single cocktail in one of the Queen’s least- exclusive dining clubs, one might buy a starship; for the price of a meal, one could buy not only the starship, but the port in which it docked, and the factory that had built it. A being could not simply pay for a berth on the Corellian Queen; mere wealth would never suffice. To embark upon the ultimate journey into hedonistic excess, one first had to demonstrate that one’s breeding and manners were as exquisite as would be the pain of paying one’s bar bill. All of which made the Corellian Queen one of the most irresistible terrorist targets ever: who better to terrorize than the elite of the Elite, the Powers among the powerful, the greatest of the Great?

And so when some presumably unscrupulous routing clerk in the
vast midreaches of the Nebula Line corporation quietly offered for
sale, to select parties from Kindlabethia to Nar Shaddaa, a hint as to
the route of the Corellian Queen’s upcoming cruise, it attracted considerable interest.

Two pertinent facts remained concealed, however, from the winning
bidder. The first pertinent fact was that this presumably unscrupulous
routing clerk was neither unscrupulous nor, in fact, a
routing clerk, but was a skilled and resourceful agent of the intelligence
service of the New Republic. The second pertinent fact was
that the Corellian Queen was not cruising at all that season, having
been replaced by a breakaway disposable shell built to conceal a substantial fraction of a star fighter wing, led by—as was customary in such operations—the crack pilots of Rogue Squadron.

It was approximately the moment that R4-G7 squalled a proximity
alarm through his X-wing’s sensor panel and his HUD lit up
with image codes for six TIE Defenders on his tail that Lieutenant
Derek “Hobbie” Klivian, late of the Alliance to Restore Freedom to
the Galaxy, currently of the New Republic, began to suspect that
Commander Antilles’s brilliant ambush had never been brilliant at
all, not even a little, and he said so. In no uncertain terms. Stripped
of its blistering profanity, his comment was “Wedge? This plan was
stupid. You hear me? Stupid, stupid, stuYOW—!”

The yow was a product of multiple cannon hits that disintegrated
his right dorsal cannon and most of the extended wing it had been
attached to. This kicked his fighter into a tumble that he fought with
both hands on the yoke and both feet kicking attitude jets and almost
had under control until the pair of the Defenders closest on his tail
blossomed into expanding spheres of flame and debris fragments.

The twin shock fronts overtook him at exactly the wrong instant and
sent him flipping end- over- end straight at another Defender formation
streaking toward him head- on. Then tail- on, then head- on
again, and so forth.

His ship’s comlink crackled as Wedge Antilles’s fighter flashed
past him close enough that he could see the grin on the commander’s
face. “That’s ‘stupid plan, sir,’ Lieutenant.”

“I suppose you think that’s funny.”

“Well, if he doesn’t,” put in Hobbie’s wingman, “I sure do.”

“When I want your opinion, Janson, I’ll dust your ship and scan
for it in the wreckage.” The skewed whirl of stars around his cockpit
gave his stomach a yank that threatened to make the slab of smoked
terrafin loin he’d had for breakfast violently reemerge. Struggling
grimly with the controls, he managed to angle his ship’s whirl just a
hair, which let him twitch his ship’s nose toward the four pursuing
marauders as he spun. Red fire lashed from his three surviving
cannons, and the Defenders’ formation split open like an overripe
snekfruit.

Hobbie only dusted one with the cannons, but the pair of
proximity- fused flechette torpedoes he had thoughtfully triggered at
the same time flared in diverging arcs to intercept the enemy fighters;
these torpedo arcs terminated in spectacular explosions that
cracked the three remaining Defenders like rotten snuffle eggs.

“Now, that was satisfying,” he said, still fighting his controls to
stabilize the crippled X-wing. “Eyeball soufflé!”

“Better watch it, Hobbie—keep that up, and somebody might start to
think you can fly that thing.”

“Are you in this fight, Janson? Or are you just gonna hang back
and smirk while I do all the heavy lifting?”

“Haven’t decided yet.” Wes Janson’s X-wing came out of nowhere,
streaking in a tight bank across Hobbie’s subjective vertical. “Maybe
I can lend a hand. Or, say, a couple torps.”

Two brilliant blue stars leapt from Janson’s torpedo tubes and
streaked for the oncoming TIEs.

“Uh, Wes?” Hobbie said, flinching. “Those weren’t the flechette
torps, were they?”

“Sure. What else?”

“Have you noticed that I’m currently having just a little trouble
maneuvering?”

What do you mean?” Janson asked as though honestly puzzled.

Then, after a second spent watching Hobbie’s ship tumbling helplessly
directly toward his torpedoes’ targets, he said, “Oh. Uh . . .sorry?”

The flechette torpedoes carried by Rogue Squadron had been designed
and built specifically for this operation, and they had one primary
purpose: to take out TIE Defenders.

The TIE Defender was the Empire’s premier space- superiority
fighter. It was faster and more maneuverable than the Incom T-65
(better known as the X-wing); faster even than the heavily modified
and updated 65Bs of Rogue Squadron. The Defender was also more
heavily armed, packing twin ion cannons to supplement its lasers, as
well as dual- use launch tubes that could fire either proton torpedoes
or concussion missiles. The shields generated by its twin Novaldex
deflector generators were nearly as powerful as those found on capital
ships. However, the Defenders were not equipped with particle
shields, depending instead on their titanium- reinforced hull to absorb
the impact of material objects.

Each proton torpedo shell had been loaded with thousands of tiny
jagged bits of durasteel, packed around a core of conventional explosive.

On detonation, these tiny bits of durasteel became an expanding
sphere of shrapnel; though traveling with respectable velocity of
their own, they were most effective when set off in the path of oncoming
Defenders, because impact energy, after all, is determined by
relative velocity. At star fighter combat speeds, flying into a cloud of
durasteel pellets could transform one’s ship from a star fighter into a
very, very expensive cheese grater.

The four medial fighters of the oncoming Defender formation hit
the flechette cloud and just . . . shredded. The lateral wingers managed
to bank off an instant before they would have been overtaken
by two sequential detonations, as the explosion of one Defender’s
power core triggered the other three’s cores an eyeblink later, so that
the unfortunate Lieutenant Klivian was now tumbling directly
toward a miniature plasma nebula that blazed with enough hard radiation
to cook him like a bantha steak on an obsidian fry- rock at
double noon on Tatooine.

“You’re not gonna make it, Hobbie,” Janson called. “Punch out.”

“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Hobbie snarled under his
breath, still struggling grimly with the X-wing’s controls. The
fighter’s tumble began to slow. “I’ve got it, Wes!”

“No, you don’t! Punch out, Hobbie—PUNCH OUT!”

“I’ve got it—I’m gonna make it! I’m gonna—” He was interrupted
by the final flip of his X- wing, which brought his nose into line with
the sight of the leading edge of the spherical debris field expanding
toward him at a respectable fraction of lightspeed, and Hobbie Klivian,
acknowledged master of both profanity and obscenity, human
and otherwise, not to mention casual vulgarities from a dozen
species and hundreds of star systems, found he had nothing to say
except, “Aw, nuts.”

He stood the X- wing on its tail, sublights blasting for a tangent,
but he had learned long ago that of all the Rogues, he was the one
who should know better than to trust his luck. He reached for the
eject trigger.

Just as his hand found the trigger, the ship jounced and clanged as
if he had his head trapped inside a Wookiee dinner gong at nightmeal.

The metaphorical Wookiee cook must have been hungry, too,
because the clanging went on and on and kept getting louder, and
the eject still, mysteriously, didn’t seem to be working at all. This
mystery was solved, however, by the brief shriek of atmosphere
through a ragged fist- sized hole in the X- wing’s canopy. This hole
was ragged because, Hobbie discovered, the fragment that had made
this opening had been slowed by punching through the X- wing’s
titanium- alloy ventral armor. Not to mention the X- wing’s control
panel, where it had not only ripped away the entire eject trigger assembly,
but had vaporized Hobbie’s left hand.

He glared at his vacant wrist with more annoyance than shock or
panic; instead of blood or cauterized flesh, his wrist jetted only
sparks and smoke from overheated servomotors. He hadn’t had a
real left arm since sometime before Yavin.

Of more concern was the continuing shriek of escaping atmosphere,
because he discovered that it was coming from his environment
suit’s nitroxy generator.

He thought, Oh, this sucks. After everything he had survived in the
Galactic Civil War, he was about to be killed by a minor equipment
malfunction. He amended his previous thought: This really sucks.

He didn’t bother to say it out loud, because there wasn’t enough
air in his cockpit to carry the sound.

There being no other useful thing he could do with his severed
left wrist, he jammed it into the hole in his canopy. His suit’s autoseal
plastered itself to the jagged edges, but the nitroxy generator didn’t
seem mollified; in fact, it was starting to feel like he had an unshielded
fusion core strapped to his spine.

Oh, yeah, he thought. The other hole.

He palmed the cockpit harness’s snap release, twisted, and
stretched out his left leg, feeling downward with the toe of his boot.

He found a hole—and the rising pressure sucked the entire boot
right out the bottom of his fighter before the autoseal engaged to
close that hole, too. He felt another impact or two down there, but
he couldn’t really tell if something might have ripped his foot off.

It had been a few years since he’d had his original left leg.

With the cockpit sealed, his nitroxy unit gradually calmed down,
filling the space with a breathable atmosphere that smelled only
faintly of scorched hair, and he began to think he might live through
this after all. His only problem now was that he was deharnessed and
stretched sideways in an extraordinarily uncomfortable twist that left
him unable to even turn his head enough to see where he was going.

“Arfour,” he said quietly, “can you please get us back to the PRP?”

His current position did let him see, however, his astromech’s response
to the task of navigating toward the primary rendezvous
point, which was a spit of gap sparks and a halo of sporadic electrical
discharge from what was left of its turret dome. Which was slightly
less than half.

He sighed. “Okay, ejection failure. And astromech damage. Crippled
here,” he said into his comm. “Awaiting manual pickup.”

“Little busy right now, Hobbie. We’ll get to you after we dust these
TIEs.”

“Take your time. I’m not going anywhere. Except, y’know, thataway.
Slowly. Real slowly.”

He spent the rest of the battle hoping for a bit of help from the
Force when Wedge sent out the pickup detail. Please, he prayed
silently, please let it be Tycho. Or Nin, or Standro. Anyone but Janson.

He continued this plea as a sort of meditation, kind of the way
Luke would talk about this stuff: he closed his eyes and visualized
Wedge himself showing up to tow his X- wing back to the jump
point. After a while, he found this image unconvincing—somehow
he was never that lucky—and so he cycled through the other
Rogues, and when those began to bore him, he decided it’d be Luke
himself. Or Leia. Or, say, Wynssa Starflare, who always managed to
look absolutely stellar as the strong, independent damsel- sometimesin-
distress in those pre- war Imperial holodramas, because, y’know,
as long as he was imagining something that was never gonna happen,
he might as well make it entertaining.

It turned out to be entertaining enough that he managed to pass
the balance of the battle drifting off to sleep with a smile on his face.

This smile lasted right up to the point where a particularly brilliant
flash stabbed through his eyelids and he awoke, glumly certain
that whatever had exploded right next to his ship was finally about to
snuff him. But then there came another flash, and another, and with
a painful twist of his body he was able to see Wes Janson’s fighter
cruising alongside, only meters away. He was also able to see the
handheld imager Janson had pressed against his cockpit’s canopy,
with which Janson continued to snap picture after picture.

Hobbie closed his eyes again. He would have preferred the explosion.

“Just had to get a few shots.” Janson’s grin was positively wicked.

“You look like some kind of weird cross between a star fighter pilot and a Bat -
ravian gumplucker.”

Hobbie shook his head exhaustedly; dealing with Janson’s pathetic
excuse for a sense of humor always made him tired. “Wes, I don’t
even know what that is.”

“Sure you do, Hobbie. A star fighter pilot is a guy who flies an X- wing
without getting blown up. Check the Basic Dictionary. Though I can
understand how you’d get confused.”

“No, I mean the—” Hobbie bit his lip hard enough that he tasted
blood. “Um, Wes?”

“Yeah, buddy?”

“Have I told you today how much I really, really hate you?”

“Oh, sure—your lips say ‘I hate you,’ but your eyes say—”

“That someday I’ll murder you in your sleep?”

Janson chuckled. “More or less.”

“It’s all over, huh?”

“This part is. Most of ’em got away.”

“How many’d we lose?”

“Just Eight and Eleven. But Avan and Feylis ejected clean. Nothing a
couple weeks in a bacta tank won’t cure. And then there’s my Batravian
gumplucker wingman . . .”

You’re the wingman, knucklehead. Maybe I should say, wingnut.

Hobbie sighed again. “I guess Wedge is happy, anyway. Everything’s
proceeding according to plan . . .”

“I HATE when you say that.”

“Yeah? How come?”

“Don’t know. It just . . . gives me the whingeing jimmies. Let me get
this tow cable attached, and you might as well sleep; it’s a long cruise to the
PRP.”

“Suits me just fine,” Hobbie said, closing his eyes again. “I have
this dream I really want to get back to . . .”

“Good job, Wedge.” General Lando Calrissian, commander of
Special Operations for the New Republic, nodded grave approval
toward the flickering bluish holoform of Wedge Antilles that hovered
a centimeter above his console. “No casualties?”

“Nothing serious, General. Hobbie—Lieutenant Klivian—needs another
left hand . . .”

Lando smiled. “How many does that make, all told?”

“I’ve lost count. How’s it going on your end?”

“Good and less than good.” Lando punched up his readout of the
tracking report. “Looks like our marauders are based in the Taspan
system.”

Wedge’s brilliant plan had become brilliant entirely by necessity;
the usual method of locating a hidden marauder base—subjecting a
captured pilot or two to a neural probe—had turned out to be much
more difficult than anyone could have anticipated. Shadowspawn
seemed very determined to maintain his privacy; through dozens of
raids over nearly two months, many deep inside Republic territory
and costing thousands of civilian lives, not one of Shadowspawn’s
marauders had ever been taken alive.

This was more than a simple refusal to surrender, though the marauders
had shown a distressing tendency, when they found themselves
in imminent danger, to shout out words to the effect of For
Shadowspawn and the Empire! Forward the Restoration!
and blow themselves
up. Forensic engineers examining wreckage of destroyed TIE
Defenders hypothesized that the star fighters were equipped with
some unexplained type of deadman interlock, which would destroy
the ship—and obliterate the pilot—even if the pilot merely lost consciousness.

The brilliant part of Wedge’s brilliant plan had been to conceal
hundreds of thousands of miniature solid- state transponders among
the flechettes inside Rogue Squadron’s custom- made torpedoes, before
giving the marauders a fairly decent pasting and letting the rest
escape. Unlike ordinary tracking devices, these transponders gave
off no signal of their own—thus requiring no power supply, and rendering
them effectively undetectable. These transponders were entirely
inert until triggered by a very specific subspace signal, which
they then echoed in a very specific way. And since the only transponders
of this very specific type in the entire galaxy were loaded in
Rogue Squadron’s torpedo tubes, drifting at the ambush point in
deep space along the Corellian Run, and lodged in various parts of
the armored hulls of a certain group of TIE Defenders, locating the
system to which said Defenders had fled was actually not complicated
at all.

Wedge’s holoform took on a vaguely puzzled look. “Taspan.

Sounds familiar, but I can’t place it . . .”

“The Inner Rim, off the Hydian Way.”

“That would be the less- than- good part.”

“Yeah. No straight lanes in or out—and most of the legs run
through systems still held by Imperials.”

“Almost makes you wish for one of Palpatine’s old planet- killers.”

“Almost.” Lando’s smile had faded, and he didn’t sound like he
was joking. “The Empire had a weapons facility on Taspan II—it’s
where they tested their various designs of gravity- well projectors—”

“That’s it!” The image snapped its fingers silently, the sound
eliminated by the holoprojector’s noise filter. “The Big Crush!”

Lando nodded. “The Big Crush.”

“I heard there was nothing left at Taspan but an asteroid field, like the
Graveyard of Alderaan.”

“There’s an inner planet—Taspan I is a minor resort world called
Mindor. Not well known, but really beautiful; my parents had a summer
house there when I was a kid.”

“Any progress on this Shadowspawn character himself ?”

“We’ve only managed to determine that no one by that name was
ever registered as an Imperial official. Clearly an assumed identity.”

“The guy’s got to be some kind of nutjob.”

“I doubt it. His choice of base is positively inspired; the debris
from the Big Crush hasn’t had time to settle into stable orbits.”

“So it is like the Graveyard of Alderaan.”

“It’s worse, Wedge. A lot worse.”

Wedge’s image appeared to be giving a low whistle; the holoprojector’s
noise filter screened it out. “Sounds ugly. How are we supposed
to get at them?”

“You’re not.” Lando took a deep breath before continuing. “This
is exactly the type of situation for which we developed the Rapid Response
Task Force.”

Wedge’s image gave a slow, understanding nod. “Hit ’em with our
Big Stick, then. Slap ’em good and run like hell.”

“It’s the best shot we’ve got.”

“You’re probably right; you usually are. But it’ll sting, to not be there.”

“Right enough. But we have other problems—and the RRTF is in
very capable hands.”

“Got that right.” Wedge suddenly grinned. “Speaking of those capable
hands, pass along my regards to General Skywalker, will you?”

“I will do that, Wedge. I will indeed.”


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  • Posted March 17, 2009

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    Finally, the original characters are back

    I try to keep up with all the Star Wars novels as best I can. However, as time has gone on it has gotten more and more difficult. It doesn't help that some of the eras have moved so far beyond the original characters that I no longer feel the connection I once had. This book fills that void. Written very well and an excellent story line. A must read for a true Star Wars enthusiast.

    5 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 23, 2010

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    just as awesome as mace windus shatterpoint by stover

    awesome from the very begining to the very end!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 3, 2010

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    this book is amazing luke skywalker knows how to use his lightsaber

    in this adventure you on for one seriously awesome ride this book rocks luke skywalker gets better in every star wars books his lightsaber skills are getting better and better with every book they make about him i personally loved the dark nest trilogy but wait to you read the thrawn trilogy by timothy zahn its just as awesome as the dark nest trilogy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 11, 2009

    The Title was very creative and makes alot of sense once you read the book.

    The book was written in a very interesting way. I really enjoyed the way Matthew Stover wrote the book and how the plot fell into play. The characters were great and the villian was well written. Overall i think the book was great and i recommend it to any star wars fan or sci-fi fan.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 24, 2012

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    Um i havnt read it but it sounds good!! I lnow he was so awsome in the movies!!:) . Awsome is an understatement. He i super greatly awsome!!!!!!!!!!!!! What was he a general of? I really want to read this. The statement No, its a General Skywalker thing sounds so luke skywalkerish!!!!!!!!!!! Somebody tell me what je was a general of...... please. Long live the jedi!!!!!!!!!

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  • Posted October 26, 2011

    Griping storyline and great writing!

    One of the best Star Wars books I've read! Had a difficult time putting it down for a break. Fast paced and griping action kept me reading.

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  • Posted February 23, 2009

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    A new Star Wars novel that goes back through the Star Wars timeline to add a Luke Skywalker adventure. The Shadows of Mindor takes place after Episode 6 Return of the Jedi and deals with Luke's exposure to the Dark Side...kinda.

    I'm a big fan of the Star Wars Universe and read everything that is pumped out under the Star Wars umbrella. After being slightly disappointed with the Falcon novel that was previously released, I had hoped that this novel would bring me back full throttle with a new Luke Skywalker adventure. Color me slightly disappointed again.
    It seems obvious that the Star Wars universe needs a new lifeline, something to reinvigorate the franchise. After the hugely popular New Jedi Order series and the young Jedi's battle against the Yuhzon Vong and the climactic finish to the Darth Caedus evolution it's obvious that the SW writers are struggling to fill the void.
    The Shadows of Mindor focus on Luke's first run at being a Commanding General at such a young age and his run in with the Shadowspawn, a leftover from Palpatine's reign. Shadowspawn is a master of Dark Powers and has the power of mind control over anyone who is implanted with something close to a dark force crystal. That's the easiest way to explain it.
    Of course all the Favorite Characters are there: Han, Leia, Lando, C3P0, R2D2 and even Chewbacca makes an appearance (as he isn't dead yet in this flashback novel). Same plot arcs that the SW publishers seem to pump out ad nauseum; New Dark Force user that has been hidden in the outer rim lures Luke into a trap, Leia senses Luke is in danger and she, Han and Chewie go after him with Lando in tow. Luke discovers a force sensitive Han Solo type renegade and they all seems to get out of an inescapable situation.
    There was a nice side plot that dealt with the fame of the characters in the SW Universe and how Luke, Han and Leia deal with their new found popularity. It was entertaining to think about movies and TV Shows being made about Luke and how he dealt with his perception and ultimate "Hollywood" perception of him and his accomplishments. There was mention of a Holo-Drama being made about Luke called "Revenge of the Jedi" which was actually the first screenplay name of Return of the Jedi.
    As I said before, I love the SW Universe and will read everything that gets published. So if you enjoy the SW Universe this is an entertaining read but don't except any surprises.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 25, 2014

    Luke is hawt!!

    Just sayin'.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 4, 2013

    I loved this book! It has all of the original characters, with n

    I loved this book! It has all of the original characters, with new ones added here and there to spice it up. Stover did a very good job, and fans will be surprised
    with some of the characters who pop up (Think Shatterpoint!). The book wasn't perfect, but its few flaws did not detract from the overall story. I would totally 
    recommend this book to hardcore fans, and those who are just starting with Star Wars.

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  • Posted May 2, 2013

    I love star wars and collect and read every book, But this one w

    I love star wars and collect and read every book, But this one was odd. To me, It didn't really feel like star wars, Felt more like a weird sci fi movie, And mathew stover did not do a good job at capturing the characters personality's. I found it tough to really get into.
    I bought this and it sits on my shelf only because its star wars. But if you are looking for a good star wars read, i would search elsewhere for now.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 13, 2013

    To i know

    I dont know sorry

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 11, 2012

    A great break

    A great break from all the recent book arc. Took me back to what i loved about reading star wars books as a kick. The before the prequels and before the over whelming events of the Vong. Read if you are a Skywalker fanboy. Sadly I think of the joker.

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  • Posted August 5, 2012

    All hail Emperor Skywalker!

    Full of surprises. Yes, yes, we all knew it was a trap... But, what a trap, and what a solution!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 22, 2012

    Star Wars

    I believe that the author put alot of work into giving the reader a vivid image of the aliens that aren't in the movies. This author gets less credit than he deserves. I LOVE THIS BOOK!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 25, 2012

    An amazing book about Shadowspawn's clever plan!

    OUT-OF-THIS-WORLD

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 29, 2011

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    one of the greatest star wars books ever made!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    one of the greatest star wars books ever made!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 29, 2011

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    one of the best star wars books ever made by matthew stover!!!!!!!!

    this is one of the best star wars books ever made its true!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 29, 2011

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    one of the greatest star wars books ever made!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    one of the greatest star wars books ever made!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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  • Posted May 13, 2011

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    the greatest luke skywalker novel ever made!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    awesome from begining to the very end!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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  • Posted May 16, 2010

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    One of the worst Star Wars book ever

    Like the headline says, this is one of the worst Star Wars books ever. Actually, it may be the worst I just haven't gone through all the titles to see if I can find a worse book. I know none come readily to mind. The biggest problem is the charactars. One would think that with such well developed characters this should not be a problem. Yet, with exception of Han Solo and maybe Lando none of the other main characters found in the book sound like as one would expect. (Slight spoiler alert) this whole Dark concept introduced makes no sense and is utter garbage. How LucasFilm let this tripe get printed is beyond me. Truly a disappointing book. Stay away your missing nothing.

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