A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away. . . .
A thrilling new adventure set between A New Hope and The Empire Strikes Back, and—for the first time ever—written entirely from Luke Skywalker’s first-person point of view.
Luke Skywalker’s game-changing destruction of the Death Star has made him not only a hero of the Rebel Alliance but a valuable asset in the ongoing battle against the Empire. Though he’s a long way from mastering the power of the Force, there’s no denying his phenomenal skills as a pilot—and in the eyes of Rebel leaders Princess Leia Organa and Admiral Ackbar, there’s no one better qualified to carry out a daring rescue mission crucial to the Alliance cause.
A brilliant alien cryptographer renowned for her ability to breach even the most advanced communications systems is being detained by Imperial agents determined to exploit her exceptional talents for the Empire’s purposes. But the prospective spy’s sympathies lie with the Rebels, and she’s willing to join their effort in exchange for being reunited with her family. It’s an opportunity to gain a critical edge against the Empire that’s too precious to pass up. It’s also a job that demands the element of surprise. So Luke and the ever-resourceful droid R2-D2 swap their trusty X-wing fighter for a sleek space yacht piloted by brash recruit Nakari Kelen, daughter of a biotech mogul, who’s got a score of her own to settle with the Empire.
Challenged by ruthless Imperial bodyguards, death-dealing enemy battleships, merciless bounty hunters, and monstrous brain-eating parasites, Luke plunges head-on into a high-stakes espionage operation that will push his abilities as a Rebel fighter and would-be Jedi to the limit. If ever he needed the wisdom of Obi-Wan Kenobi to shepherd him through danger, it’s now. But Luke will have to rely on himself, his friends, and his own burgeoning relationship with the Force to survive.
Praise for Heir to the Jedi
“Utterly compelling . . . [The novel] plants readers in Luke Skywalker’s boots in the early days of his heroism, during the weeks after he blew up the Death Star.”—New York Daily News
“An excellent book with rich characters, bubbling humor and poignant emotion.”—Roqoo Depot
“Entertaining . . . action-packed . . . suspenseful.”—New York Journal of Books
“Great . . . [an] entertaining introduction into understanding Luke’s character . . . There are moments in The Empire Strikes Back that I now point to and say, ‘I understand how he got there,’ and it’s because of this novel.”—The Wookiee Gunner
“Pure Star Wars . . . From shoot-outs to narrow escapes, I could practically hear John Williams’s score playing in my head—a credit to Kevin Hearne, to be sure.”—Coffee with Kenobi
“A must-read for fans . . . I left with a much closer understanding of who Luke Skywalker is, and an even deeper admiration for the character. All things are connected in the Force, and I feel more connected to Luke after reading Heir to the Jedi.”—Comicbook
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The destruction of the Death Star brought new hope to the be- leaguered Rebel Alliance. But the relentless pursuit by Darth Vader and the Imperial fleet is taking its toll on Alliance resources. Now the rebels hide in an Outer Rim orbit from which they can search for a more permanent base and for new allies to supply much-needed weapons and materiel.
Luke Skywalker, hero of the Battle of Yavin, has cast his lot with the rebels, lending his formidable piloting skills to whatever missions his leaders assign him. But he is haunted by his all-too-brief lessons with Obi-Wan Kenobi and the growing certainty that mastery of the Force will be his path to victory over the Empire.
Adrift without Old Ben’s mentorship, determined to serve the Rebellion any way he can, Luke searches for ways to improve his skills in the Force . . .
There’s no one around to answer all my questions now that Ben’s gone. It’s a stark fact that reasserts itself each time I wonder what I’m supposed to do now. That brown robe he wore might as well have been made of pure mystery; he clothed himself in it and then left nothing else behind on the Death Star. I know Han likes to scoff at the idea of the Force, but when a man’s body simply disappears at the touch of a lightsaber, that’s more than “simple tricks and nonsense.”
And I know the Force is real. I’ve felt it.
I still feel it, actually, but I think it’s like knowing there’s something hidden in the sand while you’re skimming above it. You see ripples on the surface, hints that something is moving down there—maybe something small, maybe something huge—living a completely different life out of your sight. And going after it to see what’s underneath the surface might be safe and rewarding, or it might be the last thing you ever do. I need someone to tell me when to dive into those ripples and when to back off.
I thought I heard Ben’s voice a couple of times during the Battle of Yavin, but I’m wondering now if that really happened. Maybe I only thought it did; maybe that was my subconscious speaking to me—a kind of wishful thinking. He’s been silent since, and I don’t feel I can talk to anyone else about the Force. My confidants at this point consist of one blue-and-white astromech droid.
Han and Chewie are off somewhere trying to earn enough credits to pay off Jabba the Hutt. They lost all their reward money from the Battle of Yavin and they’re back to being broke and desperate—the galaxy should beware.
Leia is cloistered with the leaders of the Alliance in the fleet, which is currently hiding in the Sujimis sector around an ice planet no one has paid any attention to since the Clone Wars. Not that she would want to hear about my worries any more than I would like to speak them. She has much more important things to do than to waste time putting a bandage on my insecurities. Threepio is with her, no doubt feeling unappreciated for his predictions of imminent doom in over six million forms of communication. That leaves Artoo and me free to run an errand for Admiral Ackbar.
I’ve been dispatched to Rodia in an effort to open a secret supply line to the Alliance. I’m not supposed to call it smuggling—Ackbar has serious issues with the very concept, but the truth is the Alliance can’t operate without it. Since the Empire is trying to shut down our lines of supply in the Outer Rim by going after smugglers’ dens, and the established black markets in the Core are a bit too risky for us to employ, we have to look for other sources to exploit. Rodia is under Imperial control, but Leia suggested that the Chekkoo clan on the Betu continent might be open to working with us. She said they despise the ruling Chattza clan and are highly skilled at manufacturing weapons, armor, and other hardware we could use to fight the Empire. Leia was betting they’d defy the Empire to spite the Chattza clan, and we stood to benefit. Mon Mothma was unsure of the idea, but Ackbar surprised everyone and weighed in with Leia, and that decided it.
I don’t know what it is about Ackbar that tends to quash arguments. He has a kind of moist charisma, I guess, that no one wants to challenge. I know I don’t want to dispute him, anyway.
Once it was agreed, I volunteered for the mission, and they loaned me a beautiful personal yacht to fly in. My X-wing would set off all kinds of alarms if I dared to enter Rodian space in it, but a small transport with minimal weapons would be no big deal. Both Artoo and I whistled when we first saw it in the docking bay of the Promise, one of the Alliance’s frigates. It was less of a yacht and more of a showpiece.
Painted a metallic red and trimmed in silver, the cockpit and living quarters of the ship sat forward and the wings swept back in an unbroken arc, like a half-moon thinking about going crescent. The rear end looked a bit like someone had taken a bite out of a cookie, and it was packed with big sublight engines, jammers, sensor arrays, and shield generators. The power was all invisible from the front or the sides—it spoke of luxury and decadence—but the back told anyone pursuing that they wouldn’t be keeping up for very long. It was built for speed and quite possibly spying while doing its best to look like a rich person’s pleasure craft.
“Nice, isn’t she?” a voice said, causing me to tear my eyes away. “That’s the Desert Jewel. You fly her safely, now.” The speaker was a tall woman with dark skin and a cascade of tightly curled ringlets framing a narrow face. She gave me a friendly smile and I smiled back.
“Is she yours?” I asked.
“Yep! Well, I guess I should say she’s my father’s. But both his ship and his daughter are at the disposal of the Alliance now. Just got here last week.” She extended a hand. “Nakari Kelen. Glad to meet you.”
“Kelen?” I said, taking her hand and shaking it. She had a strong grip, and I tilted my head to the side as I connected her name and the ship’s to a memory. “Any relation to the Kelen Biolabs on Pasher?”
Her eyes widened. “Yes! Fayet Kelen is my father. Are you from Pasher?”
“No, I’m from Tatooine.”
“Ah, another desert planet. So you understand all about my fascination with ships and how they can take me far away from home.”
“Yeah, I understand that very well. I’m Luke Skywalker.”
“Oh, I know who you are,” she said, finally letting her hand slip from mine. “They told me you’d be taking my ship out for some kind of spooky mission, but no one told me you hailed from Tatooine.”
“Ha. It’s not really spooky. Kind of a boring business trip, in fact, but this looks like it will prevent any Imperials from thinking I’m with the Alliance.”
“I should hope so. My baby’s classy and elegant and ill disposed to rebellion.”
“Hey, speaking of ill disposed, mind if I ask you something?”
Nakari nodded once, inviting me to proceed.
“I’ve always wondered why your dad chose Pasher for his biolabs. You’d think a jungle planet would be better suited simply because there’s more actual biology there.”
She shrugged. “He started small and local. The poison and glands of sandstone scorpions and spine spiders turned out to have medical applications.” She chucked her chin at the Desert Jewel. “Very profitable applications.”
“What did you do on Tatooine?”
“Moisture farming. Spectacularly dull. Some weeks were so boring that I actually looked forward to going into Tosche Station to pick up some . . . power converters. Huh!”
“I just remembered I never did pick up my last shipment. Wonder if they’re still there.”
“We all have unfinished business, don’t we?” That was an unexpected turn to the conversation, and I wondered what she meant by it. I wondered why she was there at all, frankly. The comfortably wealthy rarely stir themselves to get involved in rebellions. But I had to admit she wasn’t dressed like the privileged child of a biotech magnate. She wore desert camo fatigues tucked into thick-soled brown boots, a blaster strapped to her left hip, and what looked like a compact slug rifle strapped to her back, held in place by a leather band crossing diagonally across her torso.
I flicked a finger at the rifle. “You hunt sandstone scorpions with that?”
“Yep. Can’t use a blaster on them. Their armor deflects heat too well.”
“I’d heard that.”
“And since so many people are wearing blaster armor these days, a throwback weapon that punches through it is surprisingly effective if you know how to shoot one.”
“Hunt anything else?”
“Of course. I’ve been to Tatooine, actually, and bagged a krayt dragon there. Its pearls paid for the upgrades on the Jewel. She’s still Dad’s ship, but I’ve modified her quite a bit, and I hope to have the credits soon to buy her from him outright. Come on, I’ll show you.”
Both of us were grinning and I was excited, happy to have found someone with a similar background way out here in an icy part of the galaxy. I couldn’t speak for Nakari, but meeting someone with shared experience filled up a measure of its emptiness for me, especially since she clearly understood why ships are important: They take you away from the deserts, even if it’s just for a little while, allowing you to think that maybe you won’t shrivel and waste away there, emotionally and physically. Not that the rest of the galaxy is any more friendly than the dunes. My old friend Biggs, for example, loved to fly as much as I did, and he escaped Tatooine only to die in the Battle of Yavin. I miss him and wonder sometimes if he would have done anything differently if he’d known he’d never set foot on a planet again once he climbed into that X-wing. I console myself with the guess that he would have gone anyway, that the cause was worth dying for and the risk acceptable, but I suppose I’ll never know for sure. The Empire didn’t fall and the rebellion continues, and all I can do is hope the next mission will prove to be the one that topples the Emperor somehow and validates my friend’s sacrifice.
A walk-up loading ramp into the Desert Jewel put us in the narrow corridor behind the cockpit. Unfortunately the ramp was also the floor and with it down we couldn’t move forward—a clear shortcoming in design—so we had to close it and leave poor Artoo on the hangar deck before we could enter the cockpit.
Nakari pointed to hatches on either side of the corridor. “Galley and head on the left, bunks and maintenance access on the right,” she said. “Your droid can plug in there. There’s a lot of emergency supplies, too, survival gear that comes in handy when I’m scouting planets for Dad. Breathing masks and an inflatable raft and suchlike. The bunks are kind of basic, sorry to say. I spent all my credits on speed and spoofs.”
“A wise investment,” I assured her. “Can’t enjoy any kind of bunk, much less a luxurious one, if you can’t survive a panicked flight from a Star Destroyer.”
She sawed a finger back and forth between our heads. “Yes! Yes. We are thinking alike here. This is good, because I want to see my ship again.”
“I’d—” I stopped cold because I almost said I’d like to see you again as an unconscious reply, but fortunately realized in time that she might misinterpret that as an incredibly inept pass at her. I finished with, “—think that would be good for both of us,” and hoped she didn’t notice the awkward pause.
“Indeed.” She waved me forward. “After you.”
“Thanks.” Five steps brought me into the cockpit, where I slid into the seat on the left side. Nakari rested a hand on the back of my seat and used the other to point at the banks of instruments. “She’s got top-of-the-line jammers and sensors from Sullust, a holodisplay here, which is kind of low-end because I’d rather have these high-end deflector shields, and twin sublight engines on either side that will shoot you through space faster than an X-wing. Oh, and she’s got a point-eight hyperdrive for the long hauls.”
“Wow. Any weapons?”
“One laser cannon hidden underneath where I’m standing. You activate it right there, and a targeting display pops up.”
I winced. “Just one cannon?”
“She’s built to run and keep you alive until you jump out of trouble. Best not to get into any trouble.”
“Good.” She clapped me on the shoulder. “Be safe, Luke.”
I turned in my seat, surprised that the tour was over so quickly. “Hey, thanks. What will you be doing in the meantime?”
She opened the boarding ramp and then jerked a thumb at the rifle stock behind her shoulder. “I’m training some of the soldiers in sharpshooting. Heading dirtside to shoot frozentargets on Orto Plutonia. I’ll be plenty busy.” Her eyes flicked down to the hangar deck, where something made her smile. “I think your droid is ready to come aboard.”
“Is he in your way?”
She began to descend, and I called after her as she disappeared from view. “Sorry! He’ll move.”
Artoo rolled up a few moments later, and I found the button that would secure the ramp behind him. He chirped and sounded impatient with me, but as usual I couldn’t understand him. “You can jack in to the right,” I said, and he scooted in there while continuing his electronic scolding.
We had to navigate several different hyperspace lanes to get to Rodia from the Sujimis sector and I was getting used to the way the Jewel handled, so our trip probably took more time than strictly necessary. Fortunately, we weren’t in a hurry and I enjoyed every minute of it. The Jewel was sheer pleasure to fly; the cockpit was quiet, unlike the high-pitched electronic whine of my X-wing.
Artoo successfully installed a program into the Jewel’s computer that would translate his digital beeps into readable language. His words streamed on the holodisplay that Nakari had pointed out to me, and I kept the ship’s intercom on so that he could hear my words.
“Artoo, take us to Llanic, will you? We need to stop there to see if we can find someone to smuggle for us if the deal in Rodia works out.”
Situated at the intersection of the Llanic Spice Route and the Triellus Trade Route, Llanic bustled with smugglers and other ne’er-do-wells in a way that might have moved Ben Kenobi to call it a “wretched hive of scum and villainy,” even if it was not quite as wretched as Mos Eisley. Plenty of illicit credits flew through there, and because of that the Empire kept a watch on it. Leia had given me a briefing, warning me that Moff Abran Balfour patrolled the spice route often, and he represented the nearest Imperial presence to the current location of the Alliance fleet. I was not supposed to give him the idea that perhaps the fleet was somewhere in his sector.
I was expecting a lively screen full of contacts when I entered the system, but perhaps not quite so lively as it proved to be. One of Moff Balfour’s Star Destroyers showed up immediately, though it was too far away to pull me in with a tractor beam or engage in any meaningful way. Flying much closer to me were two TIE fighters, pursuing a ship that didn’t appear able to put up much resistance. They were firing on it, and its shields were holding for the time being, but I doubted that would continue for much longer, especially since it was slower than the TIEs. I imagined there would be unidentified rattling noises on the ship, not indicating anything dire, just a general statement of decrepitude and imminent destruction. Didn’t seem like a fair fight to me, but I wasn’t going to make it my problem until I realized the ship was of Kupohan manufacture. The Kupohans had helped the Alliance in the past, and might do so again.
Not that there were necessarily Kupohans inside, or even Kupohans that were friendly to the Alliance. I had innumerable reasons to mind my own business and leave the ship to its fate, but I decided to dive in anyway on two guiding principles: If they annoyed the Empire this much, they were at least margin- ally on my side; and since I could help them, I should—and no one was around to argue with me about that last principle.
“Artoo, plot us a course out of the system right away,” I said, and accelerated to intercept speed. “We’re going to have to get out of here in a hurry after this. And hold on to something.” The artificial gravity generator would keep him glued to the floor, but it wouldn’t prevent torsion from the extreme maneuvers ahead. Normally he’s wedged snugly into my X-wing and there would be no worry about such things.
I engaged the ship’s baby laser cannon and waited until I got a system go-ahead, then dived on the lateral axis toward the TIE fighters. I flipped on the deflector shields and locked on the targeting computer. One look at the ships and I knew the TIE pi- lots were hanging on to the orientation of the Star Destroyer from which they had deployed; they had a sense of which way was “up” and they were sticking to it, which is a limiting and even dangerous perception to hold on to in space. Up and down don’t really have a meaningful use until you’re in atmosphere. I deliberately rolled as I dived, adjusted my nose so that the leading TIE fighter was in my sights, and fired.
The Desert Jewel’s bolts turned out to be blue and shot in bursts of three. The first burst missed entirely, but the second tagged the TIE fighter and destroyed it. The second TIE rolled away to the left in an evasive maneuver and I pulled up, planning to flip a loop and dive again; the Kupohan ship was still moving, free of Imperial pursuit for a few moments.
I expected the TIE to bank around and try to acquire a firing solution on me, and for a couple of seconds it looked like it was going to, but then it veered away to reestablish an attack vector on the Kupohan ship. That struck me as very strange behavior— to ignore a mortal threat and give someone a free shot at your unshielded ship while you pursued a fleeing target. I almost didn’t believe it and checked to make sure there wasn’t another ship on my scanners that I’d missed somehow, something waiting in ambush, but there was only me, the remaining TIE, and the Kupohan in the immediate vicinity. It looked like the Star Destroyer had just launched an entire squadron of additional TIEs, but it would take them a while to catch up.
“They must want to erase that ship in the worst way,” I said, thinking aloud. The TIE pilot had probably been given an order from the Star Destroyer that amounted to “Kill the Kupohans, or don’t come back.” From my perspective, that was all the more reason to help out.
Without the danger of being fired upon, I lined up another run and pulled the trigger on the TIE fighter, even as it was doing its best to blast the Kupohan ship to pieces. The Kupohan’s shields held under the onslaught, but the TIE fighter came apart at the first touch of my lasers.
“There,” I said, and checked the position of the Star Destroyer again. It wasn’t in range yet, but it was moving full-speed to catch up, and the squadron of TIEs were still a couple of standard minutes out. “Maybe I can get some answers. Artoo, prepare the next jump and see if you can raise the Kupohan ship.”
The droid’s reply appeared on my holodisplay: jump ready now. initiating contact.
“Good. I hope that they can still—” I cut off as the Kupohan ship jumped to hyperspace without so much as a thank-you. “Well, I guess they can still jump. We should do the same. Take us to hyperspace as soon as you’re ready, Artoo.”
The tension drained from my shoulders as I disengaged the laser cannon, but my mouth twisted in regret as the stars blurred and streamed past the cockpit window during the jump. I couldn’t help but feeling somewhat disappointed. I wondered who was on that ship and why they mattered so much to the Empire—and whether compromising my mission and putting this ship on Imperial wanted lists was worth it. It was worth it to the crew of the Kupohan ship, no doubt—they still had their lives. But I wasn’t sure if I’d done the Alliance any favors with that particular episode, and now, with the opportunity to evaluate it coolly, I saw how rash the decision had been. Now I had to skip Llanic entirely and go straight to Rodia, hopefully ahead of any Imperial alert to be on the lookout for me.
Perhaps I’d do well enough there that Leia and Admiral Ackbar would forgive me for tweaking the Empire’s nose when we were supposed to be hiding.
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Being the first Star Wars novel to feature a first person narration combined with a Luke just after the Battle of Yavin, and hardly confident in any of his Jedi abilities, I had high hopes for this book. In the end however, the execution didn't live up to the potential. At just 267 pages, it could have easily been much longer and delved into Luke's thoughts much more.That's not to say that what's there isn't entertaining, just that I wanted more depth. As for why I'm not blaming the author, is one little thing that may seem petty, but I hope is not an indication of the changes that "ignoring" the EU will result in: Since when did a 'fresher become a bathroom. (I'm just going to assume that the author was under orders instead of not knowing any better.)
A stormtrooper could write a better novel! As a diehard Star Wars fan, I received the hardcover edition as a birthday gift from my wife. It took me nearly three months to finish it. This is a story which takes place between A New Hope and Empire Strikes Back. The story was written in first person, from Luke Skywalkers point of view. Because of tihe style, the reader fails to feel any strong level of attachment to any of the characters. Even Lukes portrayal is weak and quite dull.. What's worse is that the whole synopsis of the story, itself, bears little significance in the current turn of events. This is merely a story of Luke carrying out missions for the Alliance, which any fighter pilot could have accomplished. I didn't really feel like I was taken to a galaxy far, far away. The author used an uncommonly amount of earthly language that leads you to think you might be reading a story set in New Jersey. With Disney's backing on this book, I have to wonder if this book was intended for pre-teen audiences.
First off, let me say that it always pains me to rate a Star Wars book so poorly. I had been so excited over this book. I had read the two previous novels in this trilogy, Razor's Edge and Honor Among Thieves, and loved them. So of course I thought this book would be equal to those ones. I was wrong, horribly wrong. One of the first things that stood out to me was that the book is written in first person, which seemed very odd to me since the other books in the trilogy are written in third person. Why, oh why would you change that? It doesn't make any sense. Consistency of writing tense is very important when dealing with books in a series. Switching it part way through, or in this case at the end, is just annoying. Then there was the poor story line. Instead of Heir To The Jedi this book should really be called Luke Skywalker: Errand Boy, because that's pretty much what he does throughout the book. He runs errand for the Alliance. Granted some of them are more important than others, but it was kind of agonizing to read. And let's not forget that moment when he suddenly things about the power converters that he never picked up at Tosche Station and wonders if they might still be there waiting for him. This book reads almost like a fanfic, instead of an actual published novel. Of the characters that were introduced in this book, I found none of them to be interesting enough to make me care about who they were and what they were doing for or against the alliance. In the end I was very disappointed in this book. I didn't feel like I really learned anything new about Luke Skywalker or the Alliance (though let's face it we all know how things works out in the end already). I'm sure somewhere out there a reader or two will enjoy this book, but I honestly wouldn't recommend it.
Rarely am I disappointed when reading a Star Wars novel. By the amateur way this novel was penned, it didn't take long to notice what a mediocre author Kevin Hearne is. I think the story was somewhat acceptable; it's sort of the way I imagined Luke shorty after the battle of Yavin. However, it should have been worded differently and by a more seasoned writer. The first-person narrative achieved nothing for me, but made me feel like I was reading a 12 year old boys diary. K.H. made subtle changes in terminology ('credits' is now 'cash' and 'fresher' is 'bathroom,' etc..) which made me feel like I wasn't reading a Star Wars novel. I didn't feel any connection to the characters K.H. introduced in this story. I never have any thoughts about a book before I've read it. I've read all the books released for the new Star Wars canon, and this is the first one I haven't enjoyed. I don't recommend spending $18.70 for this one. You won't be touched by this or learn anything of great importance. I give it one star for it's cover art.
Okay, so this was a pretty bad review. There was a real bait and switch. I told you all that this book is "full of surprises". This does not mean that the plot moved in a ton of really believable twists with new story beats happening every single chapter. What do I mean? I mean this book had so many disparate story lines that you couldn't see where this book started and where it ended. It started on Rodia, then hit the real meat of the plot, and then had an ending I didn't see coming (that felt really cheap?). I couldn't follow the importance of a lot of events as they pertained to the book - it felt like this novel had to hit a bunch of important points in Luke's training and the book itself suffered for it. We get some valuable insight into Luke's brain because this book was written in the first person (you didn't like Aftermath's prose? Probably because you missed this one). There were some interesting insights, but on the whole I think we would have learned just as much had this book taken place outside of his head. I know that's bad (and sad), but nothing warranted the first person of this novel. I was waiting for it to finish - you probably will, too, unless you're the most die-hard Luke fan ever. That's not to say that this is a truly wasted book. Nakari, the new female introduced, is interesting and has some fun quirks. She helps Luke unlock his potential as a Jedi and distract him from his incestual feelings toward Leia. She can't save the book, though. Maybe the best part about the book was the insights we got into Luke's Jedi training. He encounters a Jedi who knew his father from the Clone Wars and explores his lightsaber a little bit before destroying it. He wonders what it would be like to be trained by Darth Vader. Other than that, it's not very cool. Die hards *might* find something to like. Casual fans should avoid this, honestly.
"Star Wars: Heir to the Jedi" - He's No Jedi With the notable exception of "Dark Disciple," there seems to be a running trend within these latest Star Wars novels of not delivering on the promise. Well, I suppose I could say this differently. How about not delivering what was expected. That sounds less harsh. I keep cracking open these books expecting to get something I was told to expect by the publisher and marketing hype and end up with a completely different story altogether. "Heir to the Jedi" was another title that did not deliver what I was led to expect. That doesn't make it a bad book - it was an okay read - but it wasn't the missing link we were told it would be. "How did Luke go from farm-boy to fledgling Jedi in that span between Episodes IV & V?" Statements like this were the lead-ins to this novel. Well... it turns out we still don't know the answer after reading it. Because that's not at all what this book was about. We don't see much in Luke except someone who's trying his best but is clearly in over his head and more than a bit adrift. There's no guidance found here or uncovering of ancient teachings there - only a small (very small) bit of self-discovery. He only reaches for his lightsaber a couple of times throughout the book. In short, this is not the Jedi book you're looking for (forgive a guy for using the cliché). My thought was, "How do we ever get to a point where this kid becomes the grand master of the new order?" Then I had the shocking idea that maybe he never does. This is the new canon, after all, and history doesn't have to repeat itself. What if Lucasfilm is going a completely different direction with this and Luke is going to end up like Obi-Wan - this knight errant who lives a solitary existence for the rest of his days? I find myself very sad at the thought. This book wasn't bad. It was, in fact, entertaining at several parts, poignant even once or twice. But, it just felt episodic - a bunch of escapades that were loosely tied together by an overall plot thread. Yes, it keeps the story moving, but it seems to leave things unresolved. CAUTION - slight spoilers ahead. Questions remain after the story moves on from these little episodes: "So who DID that guy work for?" "Whatever became of that weird moon?" "What happened to the lightsaber after he dismantled it?" "Was her mother REALLY dead?" Plot devices are just sort of abandoned. And perhaps my biggest critique of this novel is that it tried too hard to be something it shouldn't be. For decades (that's right - DECADES) the books of the Star Wars E.U. had a distinctly Star Wars-y feel to them. They shared a common vibe or mood - call it ambiance if you will. This book seemed like it was trying too hard to change that mood. Nakari, while very likable and engaging, was a character that just felt out of place to me. She seemed like she was dropped into the Star Wars galaxy as opposed to being a native. Frankly, she seemed American and that's a bad thing for a girl from Pasher. And maybe this is nit-picking, but there's a certain vocabulary that establishes the world of the Star Wars written word - language that we know and love. Yet I've noticed with some of these new canon works that liberties are being taken with those comfortable terms. Suddenly we have "paper" instead of "flimsiplast." We have "concrete" instead of "duracrete." We have "glass" instead of "transparisteel." In this particular novel we find the horror of "bathroom" and "restroom" inste
I would like to start by saying that I am a huge Star Wars fan and also a Kevin Hearne fan. So when I saw that Heir to the Jedi was a Star Wars novel written by Kevin Hearne I was so excited I squealed a little. I enjoyed Heir to the Jedi. But I did have a couple of issues to begin with. The first person POV set in Luke’s head is unsettling and kept throwing me off for two reasons. First, the vast majority of other Star Wars novels are written in the third person POV; so it was strange to be reading a Star Wars novel in first person. I think I could have gotten accustomed to this were it not for the fact that the POV character is none other than Luke Skywalker, which is my second reason for being unsettled at first. Luke is such a well known character from the movies and previous books that most Star Wars fans already have their own ideas of how he should think, and how he should act. So being told what Luke is thinking, and not having it match what we think he should be like (and let’s face it, we all have different opinions of what he should think and how he should act), was strange and unsettling. Had this novel been told from the first person POV with a minor or new main character I think it would have been fine. But since it was Luke I think third person POV would have been a better choice. The plot itself is great. It’s a rollicking good adventure, and I eventually did get past my issues with the first person POV. I am glad that I stuck with it and was able to get past my initial issues with Heir to the Jedi. **I received a free copy of this book in exchange for my honest review via NetGalley.**
An interesting introspective into Luke's mind after the Battle of Yavin. Written in first person you get to delve into Luke's mind and see his early struggles trying to understand the force, with no one to guide him. The overall story is ok, it reads pretty fast. It's not the best Star Wars book I've read, but it was worth the read if you are a fan of the Universe.
ILOVE STAR WARS!!!!!!
I have both read this book and listened to the Audible version. I must admit as i read it it was a bore but the audio version made it more bearable. It just didnt seem like a whole lot happened of note and was kind of a pointless read. I didnt mind the writing or anything, just the simple fact that nothing happened. Luke has a love interest which was the most interesting part of it in my opinion but for the most part it seemed like a bunch of really short stories crammed together and wasn't all that exciting. If youre a Star Wars completionist than id recommend the audible version for sure. If not i find it really Hard to recommend to anyone
Terrible book. Hard to believe a professional wrote it. Terrible characterization and shallow writing. I don't have high expectations for Tie in novels but this one could be the worst I have ever read. I began to wonder if this was actually a children's book the writing was so poor (even that would not have explain the general poor quality) but then at the end it got hyper violent as well. It in no way feels like it could take place in the Star Wars universe. Things like songs about Vaders underwear and terrible puns are examples of the childish writing. Most of the time it is just dull. "Thrill as Luke sits at a table in a fast food restaurant in uses the force to move noodles across a table." This happens multiple times. This is sad that they will consider this canon. Now we will all know that in between Episode IV and V apparently Luke lost several IQ points and ran some errands for the rebellion, and apparently there was a pop song in the galaxy about Vader's underwear. I never want to say someone should never write again, so I will instead just say I hope no one ever publishes something Kevin Hearn writes in the future.
Almost a 5, but just needed a little bit more. Dragged a little bit with getting the Givin to the safe place. Nice relationship development with Nakari.
As a Star Wars fan eager to sink my teeth into the New Canon I had very high hopes for this novel. I will say that I did thoroughly enjoyed the story, and I felt invested in the characters. The story takes place between A New Hope and Empire Strikes Back (though I'm still unsure of the timeline of how this and the new canon comics fit together) and shows Luke struggling with becoming a Jedi and wishing that he had someone to train him. I really enjoyed reading Luke's thoughts on the force and his descriptions of what it felt like. I also feel, however, that writing Luke in the first person was one of the weaker points in the novel. It just did not feel right in my opinion. Especially being that none of the new canon novels are written this way. One reason I really did enjoy the plot is that it shows Luke doing work for the Alliance while also struggling to find his place and learn the Jedi way. His character has a complete turn around in between New Hope & Empire Strikes back and this novel does help show some development in his character. Heir to the Jedi, while not the strongest novel in the new Canon is enjoyable and worth a read for Star Wars fans.
It has good characters in the book not great characters. It does get boring sometimes. Luke Skywalker is kind of a messenger in this book and the first person is weird but it is a new way to tell a story.
I was pretty disappointed in this book. Luke's voice in this book seemed off and uncomfortable. It provided little excitement of being the "heir" and was about a random mission that should have been assigned to someone else. There were decent parts but the overall pacing was slow and story cello short
To be perfectly honest, I was never really all that interested in Empire Era stories. My love always laid with the prequel and Clone Wars timeframes. However, with Heir to the Jedi I was hooked right from the beginning. Despite my indifference towards Empire Era tales, I have always loved Luke. His innocence, his realism as a character (what teenager wasn't whiny and restless and looking to do greater things than stay at home all the time?), and his emotional and internal development throughout the original trilogy was great. If there was ever a niggle of a doubt of my love for him, this book cemented it permanently in my heart. His awkwardness was especially endearing; as readers, we like to think of the Jedi as these mystical warriors whose intense training leaves little room for anything else. But the fact of the matter is, even with the best mentors and Masters, Padawans and others just learning about the Force must be like newborn giraffes: all gangly limbs and not knowing what to do with them, falling quite a few times before finally finding their footing. And that's what Luke is in HttJ, a baby giraffe trying to find solid ground. It's an absolute joy to read his interactions with Nakari Kelen (whom I fell in love with from her introduction), his awkwardness multiplied tenfold and making me smile so much my face hurt. The humor in the story isn't forced or shoehorned, which helped make it such a quick and enjoyable read for me (unlike Tarkin, which, while good as well, at times felt like a shore simply because of the heaviness of the story and the walls-o'-text). It did lag in a few places, mainly the aerial skirmishes, but that's a minor point in the bigger picture. While the last ten pages broke my heart, I look forward to reading this again anytime I need a pick-me-up.
Mildly entertaining (a spoiler-free review) There’s a place in the Star Wars universe for a first-person Luke Skywalker adventure. Heir to the Jedi, while entertaining and sometimes humorous, is not perfectly executed. I won’t make excuses for its shortcomings, but will say that this novel was a close mix of enjoyable and puzzling. This story is, in my opinion, best served in the audiobook format, playing in the background and receiving marginal attention while living life. The fact of the matter is that it is a light-hearted look into the first steps of a fledgling Jedi, and when it is focused on that, Heir to the Jedi is quite good. The biggest problem with this novel is not that every word seems to originate from the trash compactor; the problem is that there are a handful of issues that distract and detract from the story. Those elements are the first-person perspective, the constant focus on food, the awkward attention to math, as well as the absurdly goofy tone that pervades the narrative. If you are able to overlook those issues (or if they had been removed editorially), Heir to the Jedi would have been much more palatable. All in all, Heir to the Jedi’s strongest elements grapple with its weaknesses, and at best I found it to be slightly entertaining. One thing’s for sure: the cover is incredible, and I’m glad to have it on my shelf. Secondly, walking with Luke on his path to becoming a Jedi is a walk I’m (mostly) glad I went on. Finally, Heir to the Jedi survives my criticism because quite frankly I believe that not every Star Wars book has to be one that makes me jump for joy. It’s good every now and then to pick up a light and silly read about a young Jedi-in-training just figuring things out, rather than saving the galaxy from superweapons and Sith Lords.
One of the best Star Wars books I've seen published recently for several reasons: 1. It deals with PT/OT contradictions. Hearne brings up as problematic the differences between what we see in Revenge of the Sith and what Luke is told by Obi-Wan. 2. It bridges the gap between the Luke we see in ANH and ESB. When we see Luke at the end of ANH he can turn on a lightsaber and listen to Obi-Wan's instructions through the force. When we see him in ESB he can use the force to grab his lightsaber and kill a monster. This book shows the progress. 3. The audiobook narrator was good. He had a pretty decent Mark Hamill impression. It really worked well in this book being that it is all in first person. It may be different for others but the typical SW novel McGuffin plot didn't grate so badly on my nerves this time. Probably only because the book was working for me in other areas, but that's important.