Star Wars The Prequel Trilogy

Star Wars The Prequel Trilogy

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by Terry Brooks, R. A. Salvatore, Matthew Stover

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For the first time in one stunning volume, here is the complete, epic story arc: The Phantom Menace, Attack of the Clones, and Revenge of the Sith. Experience the sweeping tale of good and evil, of myth and magic, of innocence and power–and witness the tragic transformation of Anakin Skywalker from mere slave to one of the greatest, most powerful, and

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For the first time in one stunning volume, here is the complete, epic story arc: The Phantom Menace, Attack of the Clones, and Revenge of the Sith. Experience the sweeping tale of good and evil, of myth and magic, of innocence and power–and witness the tragic transformation of Anakin Skywalker from mere slave to one of the greatest, most powerful, and feared villains of the galaxy: Darth Vader.

“The path has been placed before you, Anakin.
The choice to take it must be yours alone.”

On the barren desert world of Tatooine, young Anakin Skywalker toils by day and dreams by night . . . of traveling the stars to worlds he’s only heard of in stories. When Jedi Knight Qui-Gon Jinn and his apprentice, Obi-Wan Kenobi, cross paths with Anakin, it marks the beginning of the drama that will become legend. Courageous to the point of recklessness, Anakin comes of age in a time of great upheaval. The attempted assassination of Senator Padmé Amidala thrusts the Republic close to the edge of disaster–and brings Anakin and Padmé into a secret romance as intense as it is forbidden.

As combat escalates across the galaxy, the stage is set for an explosive endgame. Tormented by unspeakable visions, Anakin edges closer to the brink of a decision with profound ramifications. It remains only for Darth Sidious to strike the final staggering blow against the Republic–and to ordain a fearsome new Sith Lord: Darth Vader.

by Terry Brooks, based on the story and screenplay by George Lucas

by R. A. Salvatore, from a story by George Lucas and a screenplay by George Lucas and Jonathan Hales

by Matthew Stover, based on the story and screenplay by George Lucas

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The suns burned down out of a cloudless blue sky, washing the vast desert wastes of the planet in brilliant white light. The resultant glare rose off the flat, sandy surface in a wet shimmer of blistering heat to fill the gaps between the massive cliff faces and solitary outcroppings of the mountains that were the planet’s sole distinguishing feature. Sharply etched, the monoliths stood like sentinels keeping watch in a watery haze.

When the Podracers streaked past, engines roaring with ferocious hunger and relentless drive, the heat and the light seemed to shatter and the mountains themselves to tremble.

Anakin Skywalker leaned into the curve of the raceway that took him past the stone arch marking the entry into Beggar’s Canyon on the first lap of the run, easing the thruster bars forward, giving the engines a little more juice. The wedge-shaped rockets exploded with power, the right a tad harder than the left, banking the Pod in which Anakin sat sharply left to clear the turn. Swiftly, he adjusted the steering to straighten the racer, boosted power further, and shot through the arch. Loose sand whiplashed in the wake of his passing, filling the air with a gritty sheen, whirling and dancing through the heat. He ripped into the canyon, fingers playing across the controls, hands steady on the steering.

It was all so quick, so instantaneous. One mistake, one misjudgment, and he would be out of the race and lucky if he weren’t dead. That was the thrill of it. All that power, all that speed, just at his fingertips, and no margin for error. Two huge turbines dragged a fragile Pod over sandy flats, around jagged-edged mountains, down shadowed draws, and over heart-wrenching drops in a series of twisting, winding curves and jumps at the greatest speed a driver could manage. Control cables ran from the Pod to the engines, and energy binders locked the engines to each other. If any part of the three struck something solid, the whole of the assembly would collapse in a splintering of metal and a fiery wash of rocket fuel. If any part broke free, it was all over.

A grin split Anakin’s young face as he injected a bit more power into the thrusters.

Ahead, the canyon narrowed and the shadows deepened. Anakin bore down on the slit of brightness that opened back onto the flats, keeping low to the ground where passage was widest. If he stayed high, he risked brushing the cliff faces on either side. That had happened to Regga in a race last month, and they were still looking for the pieces.

It would not happen to him.

He shoved the thruster bars forward and exploded through the gap onto the flats, engines screaming.

Sitting in the Pod with his hands on the controls, Anakin could feel the vibration of the engines travel up the control cables and fill him with their music. Wrapped in his rough-made jumpsuit, his racing helmet, his goggles, and his gloves, he was wedged so closely in his seat that he could feel the rush of the wind across the Pod’s skin beneath him. When he raced like this, he was never simply the driver of a Podracer, never just an additional part. Rather, he was at one with the whole, and engines, Pod, and he were bound together in a way he could not entirely explain. Each shimmy, each small throb, each tug and twist of strut and tie were apparent to him, and he could sense at any given moment exactly what was happening throughout the length and breadth of his racer. It spoke to him in its own language, a mix of sounds and feelings, and though it did not use words, he could understand everything it said.

Sometimes, he thought dreamily, he could sense what it would say before it even spoke.

A flash of gleaming orange metal shot past him on his right, and he watched the distinctive split-X of Sebulba’s engines flare out before him, taking away the lead he had seized through an unusually quick start. His brow wrinkled in disgust at himself for his momentary lapse of concentration and his dislike of the other racer. All gangly and crook-legged, Sebulba was as twisted inside as out, a dangerous adversary who won often and took delight in doing so at the expense of others. The Dug had caused more than a dozen crashes of other Podracers in the past year alone, and his eyes glinted with wicked pleasure when he recounted the tales to others on the dusty streets of Mos Espa. Anakin knew Sebulba well—and knew better than to take chances with him.

He rode the thruster bars forward, fed fresh power to the engines, and rocketed ahead.

It didn’t help, he supposed as he watched the distance between them narrow, that he was human or, much worse, that he was the only human ever to drive in the Podraces. The ultimate test of skill and daring on Tatooine and the favorite spectator sport of the citizens of Mos Espa, it was supposed to be beyond the skill and capability of any human. Multiple arms and multihinged joints, stalk eyes, heads that swiveled 180 degrees, and bodies that twisted as if boneless gave advantages to other creatures that humans could not begin to overcome. The most famous racers, the best of a rare breed, were strangely shaped, complexly formed beings with a penchant for taking risks that bordered on insanity.

But Anakin Skywalker, while nothing like these, was so intuitive in his understanding of the skills required by his sport and so comfortable with its demands that his lack of these other attributes seemed to matter not at all. It was a source of some mystery to everyone, and a source of disgust and growing irritation to Sebulba in particular.

Last month, in another race, the wily Dug had tried to run Anakin into a cliff face. He had failed only because Anakin sensed him coming up from behind and underneath, an illegal razor saw extended to sever Anakin’s right Steelton control cable, and Anakin lifted away to safety before the saw could do its damage. His escape cost him the race, but allowed him to keep his life. It was a trade he was still angry at having been forced to make.

The racers whipped through columns of ancient statuary and across the floor of the arena erected on the edge of Mos Espa. They swept under the winner’s arch, past row upon row of seats crammed with spectators cheering them on, past pit droids, repair stations, and the boxes where the Hutts watched in isolated splendor above the commoners. From an overlook in a tower centered on the arch, the two-headed Troig who served as announcer would be shouting out their names and positions to the crowd. Anakin allowed himself a momentary glimpse of blurred figures that were left behind so fast they might have been nothing more than a mirage. His mother, Shmi, would be among them, worrying as she always did. She hated watching him drive in the Podraces, but she couldn’t help herself. She never said so, but he thought she believed that simply by being there she could keep him from coming to harm. It had worked so far. He had crashed twice and failed to finish even once, but after more than half a dozen races he was unharmed. And he liked having her there. It gave him a strange sort of confidence in himself he didn’t like to think about too closely.

Besides, what choice did they have in the matter? He raced because he was good at it, Watto knew he was good at it, and whatever Watto wanted of him he would do. That was the price you paid when you were a slave, and Anakin Skywalker had been a slave all his life.

Arch Canyon rose broad and deep before him, an expanse of rock leading into Jag Crag Gorge, a twisting channel the racers were required to navigate on their way to the high flats beyond. Sebulba was just ahead, rocketing low and tight across the ground, trying to put some distance between Anakin and himself. Behind Anakin, close now, were three other racers spread out against the horizon. A quick glance revealed Mawhonic, Gasgano, and Rimkar trailing in his strange bubble pod. All three were gaining. Anakin started to engage his thrusters, then drew back. They were too close to the gorge. Too much power there, and he would be in trouble. Response time in the channel was compacted down to almost nothing. It was better to wait.

Mawhonic and Gasgano seemed to agree, settling their Pods into place behind his as they approached the split in the rock. But Rimkar was not content to wait and roared past Anakin split seconds before they entered the cleft and disappeared into darkness.

Anakin leveled out his Pod, lifting slightly from the rock-strewn floor of the channel, letting his memory and his instincts take him down the winding cut. When he raced, everything around him slowed down rather than sped up. It was different than you’d expect. Rock and sand and shadows flew past in a wild mix of patterns and shapes, and still he could see so clearly. All the details seemed to jump out at him, as if illuminated by exactly what should make them so difficult to distinguish. He could almost close his eyes and drive, he thought. He was that much in tune with everything around him, that much aware of where he was.

He eased swiftly down the channel, catching glimpses of Rimkar’s engine exhausts as they flashed crimson in the shadows. Far, far overhead, the sky was a brilliant blue streak down the center of the mountain, sending a frail streamer of light into the gap that lost brilliance with every meter it dropped so that by the time it reached Anakin and his fellow racers, it barely cut the dark. Yet Anakin was at peace, lost deep within himself as he drove his Pod, bonded with his engines, given over to the throb and hum of his racer and the soft, velvet dark that folded about.

When they emerged into the light once more, Anakin jammed the thruster bars forward and streaked after Sebulba. Mawhonic and Gasgano were right behind. Ahead, Rimkar had caught Sebulba and was trying to edge past. The lanky Dug lifted his split-X engines slightly to scrape against Rimkar’s Pod. But Rimkar’s rounded shell eased smoothly away, unaffected. Side by side the racers tore across the high flats, headed for Metta Drop. Anakin closed on them, drawing away from Mawhonic and Gasgano. People said what they wanted about Watto—and there was plenty to say that wasn’t good—but he had an eye for Podracers. The big engines jumped obediently as Anakin fed fuel into the thrusters, and in seconds he was drawing alongside Sebulba’s split-X.

They were even when they reached Metta Drop and rocketed over and tumbled straight down.

The trick with drops, as every racer knew, was to gather enough speed going down to gain time over your opponents, but not so much speed that the racer couldn’t pull out of the drop and level out again before it nose-dived into the rocks below. So when Sebulba pulled out early, Anakin was momentarily surprised. Then he felt the backwash of the split-X engines hammer into his Pod. The treacherous Dug had only looked as if he would pull out and instead had lifted away and then deliberately fishtailed atop both Anakin and Rimkar, using his exhaust to slam them against the cliff face.

Rimkar, caught completely by surprise, jammed his thruster bars forward in an automatic response that took him right into the mountain. Metal fragments of Pod and engines careened away from the rock wall in a fiery shower, leaving a long black scar along the ravaged surface.

Anakin might have gone the same way but for his instincts. Almost before he knew what he was doing, at the same instant he felt the backwash of Sebulba’s engines slam into him, he lifted out of his own descent and away from the mountain, almost colliding with a surprised Sebulba, who veered off wildly to save himself. Anakin’s sudden wrenching of his Pod’s steering took him spinning away into the midday, off course and out of control. He pulled back on the steering, eased off on the thrusters, cut the fuel supply to the big engines, and watched the ground rise up to meet him in a rush of sand and reflected light.

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Star Wars The Prequel Trilogy 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 33 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The subpar acting and storytelling from the movies is nonexistent here. The plot holes are filled, Jar Jar is less annoying, and both Skywalker and Kenobi get more depth. Anakin's path to self-destruction is told as intended through the books by three literary powerhouses. Enjoy!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I am also a girl well teenager im 15 and i love star wars. This book us great it filled in the gaps. I am a huge fan of Anakin Skywalker and Padme Amidala. If you are looking for a closer look at these two characters and others such as Obi-Wan Kenobi, Mace Windu, Qui-gon Jinn, Master Yoda, Shmi Skywalker, Owen Lars, and Beru Whitesen(Lars) then this is a book for you. Also if you don't already know this but Hayden Christensen plays Anakin Skywalker in episodes 2 and 3 and Natalie Portman plays Padme Amidala in episodes 1,2, and 3. Here are the names of the episodes in order and trust me you need to watch them in order if you want to know whats going on. Episode 1 (The Phantom Menace) Episode 2 (Attack of the Clones) Episode 3 (Revenge of the Sith) Episode 4 (A New Hope) Episode 5 (The Empire Strikes Back) Episoode 6 (Return of the Jedi) thats all {Star wars all the way!!!!!!!!!!!!!}
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Best book you will ever read and once you finish the book get the other book series and if you want watch the movies.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
These stories are pretty close to the movies, but a few minor details are added. Reading these books helped me to understand the movies SO much better. I wish they had better physical descriptions of some of the characters though... However, there is a bit of background that really adds a lot to the story.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved it!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Im a girl so this is pretty weird l guess but l LOVE star wars i like the book cause it was the same as the movies except for some minor details
SMeyerHatesAllHerFans More than 1 year ago
awesome from begining to the very end!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Commander Shadow #1.Commander Shadow walked into the conference room onboard the Steadfast.Eeth Koth and Admiral Luuren were waiting for him.Eeth Koth said,"Welcome,commander."Commander Shadow bowed with his helmet under his right arm.Admiral Luuren walked over to a holoprojector and tapped a button.A glowing blue hologram appeared.Admiral Luuren pointed at a planet on the holographic display.Admiral Luuren said,"Commander,this is the Separatist world of Umbara.On Umbara's largest continent there is an immense battle droid factory.This droid factory is easily the largest battle droid factory the Separatists have ever built.This factory is producing ten thousand droids an hour.If it keeps producing droids;do you know what will happen to The Republic?" "Yes sir.The Republic will be destroyed" "Exactly.That is why I am sending you on a mission to destroy this battle droid factory."Commander Shadow replied,"Yes sir."Suddenly the Steadfast rocked,and Eeth Koth stumbled.Commander Shadow put his helmet on and grabbed his D12 blaster.Admiral Luuren said into a comlink,"I need reinforcements to be sent to the conference room."A minute later four clones arrived.They were all clad in battered pale green armor and carried D12 blasters.One clone stepped forward and said,"We are at your service sir."Admiral Luuren asked, "What is your name trooper?" "Dush,sir."Suddenly four long brown piercers ripped through the durasteel ceiling.Then,twelve battle droids dropped out of a hatch,firing their blasters.The clones and Commander Shadow returned fire.One clone went down when a laser penetrated his armor.The remaining three clones continued to fire.Eeth Koth deflected lasers to the side or sent them back towards the battle droids.Soon the droids had been reduced to scrap metal.Dush knelt by the fallen clone.The hatch on the Separatist boarding ship opened again,and four magna guards dropped out,twirling their electrostaffs.Eeth Koth charged at a magna guard and lunged.The magna guard deflected Eeth Koth's lightsaber and counterattacked.Eeth Koth ducked,and the electrostaff sailed over his head.Eeth Koth sidestepped and neatly bisected the magna guard.Then,a magna guard shocked Eeth Koth with its electrostaff,and Eeth Koth collapsed.Commander Shadow loaded his rocket dart launcher and fired it.A rocket dart streaked towards a magna guard and lodged in its chest.The rocket dart beeped five times and exploded.The explosion ripped the magna guard it had hit and another magna guard into pieces and threw them across the room.The three remaining clones fired their blasters and destroyed the last magna guard.Then,a figure clad in a black robe dropped from the boarding ship.The figure slowly ignited a lightsaber with a black hilt.The red lightsaber sprang to life with a hum.The figure said,"I am Malik,and you will all die.The three clones and Commander Shadow opened fire on Malik.Malik batted the blue lasers back at the clones with his red lightsaber.One clone went down when one of his own lasers pierced his heart.A second clone went down with a blaster bolt planted between his shoulders.Commander Shadow continued to fire his D12 blaster,alternating between Malik's head and feet in an attempt to keep Malik unbalanced.Malik deflected a laser into Dush's blaster and force pushed him into a wall.Now only Commander Shadow and Admiral Luuren were standing.Read Commander Shadow #2 at Star Wars:Cloak of Deception.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anakin Skywalker rocks
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Hey I am the one who posted the review that said submitted by an obsessive Star Wars fan I have to tell you that you are my sister in the force XD I am a 13 year old girl who loves Luke and Anikan <3 Iloved this book a whole LOT!!!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is what the title should have been, as we follow the young child, Anakin Skywalker to adulthood, and greatness. I never thought I would purchase this series after already watching it on the big screen, but am extremely glad that I did. You get so much insight into Anakin's mindset that you cannot get in the movies. NOT EVEN CLOSE!! You know how everything is going to end, but cannot help but route for Anakin, and hope that he will begin to see the error in his ways. He struggles with his love for Padme, and focuses too much on wanting to save her, so that he will not feel the same loss he felt when he lost his mother. He teeters on the verge of greatness, or tragedy. I believe, near the end, if he could have maybe rested a little, re-evaluated his position, or meditated a little on his decisions, he could have, and would have made a much different decision, and then would have been helping Mace Windu, instead of destroying him in the end. This such a well written series, and a great read that I recommend this to all readers, and especially Star Wars fans! May the Force be with you!!
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