Star Wars: Inquisitor: Rise of the Red Blade von Delilah S. Dawson

Kategorie: Bücher
Seiten / Format: 368 S
Erscheinungsjahr: 2023
Verlag: Penguin Random HouseRandom House Worlds
Sprache: Englisch
ISBN: 9780593724163
Auflage / Bände: INT

1<br><br>Jedi Padawan Iskat Akaris wanted nothing more than to please her master.<br><br>That, unfortunately, was a rare occurrence.<br><br>Come look closer, Iskat. What do you feel?<br><br>Jedi Master Sember Vey moved aside so that Iskat had a better view of the ancient text she d just unwrapped from an old, soft eopie hide. On the other side of the counter, the Togruta shopkeeper fidgeted with long strands of beads around his neck; he couldn t stop nervously glancing at Sember s lightsaber where it hung on her belt.<br><br>Iskat s long, red fingers reached for the well, it wasn t exactly a book. More like many old, brittle skins barely held together by gut string but before she could touch it, Sember clicked her tongue. Iskat s hands flew behind her back. Sember had never been an active and involved teacher, rarely utilizing lectures or lessons like the Jedi instructors back at the Temple. Instead of offering clear instruction, she expected Iskat to watch and learn. She often waited silently, hopeful that Iskat would figure out the next step herself; it was what she was doing now, her dark eyes focused and patient. The human woman was in her early forties, with golden skin and bluish-black hair that she kept immaculately braided, and she was waiting for Iskat to . . . what? Say something? Do something? Iskat had no idea.<br><br>Since Sember had chosen Iskat as a Padawan after the Jedi Tournament, they constantly traveled together like this, landing on backwater planets and busy trading moons to visit shopkeepers and collectors and archaeologists galore, negotiating the purchase of curiosities to be added to the Jedi Archives. Iskat had seen texts like this one, elaborate scrolls, ancient lightsabers crusted with barnacles or sand, even a rancor tooth covered in intricate carvings from a long-forgotten language. Sember was a sharp and stone-faced negotiator, and Iskat understood that her duty was to observe her master and gain the skills to recognize and acquire lost artifacts of Jedi history so that they might help further educate the next generation of scholars of the Force.<br><br>But, as usual, Iskat could not decipher her master s silence. Without touching it, what can you tell us, my Padawan? Sember prodded, finally.<br><br>Iskat put her long, braided brown hair over her shoulder, focused on the object before her, and took a deep breath, opening her senses. The text appears to be ancient, Master. I m not familiar with the language. The pages are some kind of animal skin, almost translucent. The ink is dark red. She leaned close, careful not to touch the skins, and inhaled. The tang of iron. Blood? Mixed with some sort of mineral powder.<br><br>That is what you can see. Reach out through the Force. What do you feel?<br><br>Iskat closed her eyes. Darkness. Yearning, she said wonderingly. It . . . it wants to be read, touched. It wants to be known.<br><br>She opened her eyes, bright blue against her crimson skin, and looked questioningly toward her master. They d retrieved dozens of artifacts over the years, and Iskat had never felt anything like this.<br><br>Sember nodded once, the closest thing to praise she ever offered her apprentice.<br><br>This is no Jedi artifact, Sember said. It is a Sith text.<br><br>Do you not want it, then? the shopkeeper said, reaching to take it back.<br><br>I didn t say that. With a gloved hand, Sember flipped the tanned hide back over the text, hiding it from view. We will take it at the promised price. Rest assured it will be stored safely, so that it won t fall into the wrong hands.<br><br>Iskat was supposed to observe carefully as Sember haggled with the shopkeeper, but her attention was drawn to the text, now just a squarish lump under the hide. SWhen the Jedi Order falls, an Inquisitor rises.<br> <br>Padawan Iskat Akaris has dedicated her life to traveling the galaxy alongside her master, learning the ways of the Force to become a good Jedi. Despite Iskat s dedication, peace and control have remained elusive, and with each setback, she feels her fellow Jedi grow more distrustful of her. Already uncertain about her future in the Jedi Order, Iskat faces tragedy when her master is killed and the Clone Wars engulf the galaxy in chaos.<br> <br>Now a general on the front lines contributing to that chaos, she is often reminded: Trust in your training. Trust in the wisdom of the Council. Trust in the Force. Yet as the shadows of doubt take hold, Iskat begins to ask questions that no Jedi is supposed to ask. Questions about her own unknown past. Questions the Jedi Masters would consider dangerous.<br> <br>As the years pass and the war endures, Iskat s faith in the Jedi wanes. If they would grant her more freedom, she is certain she could do more to protect the galaxy. If they would trust her with more knowledge, she could finally cast aside the shadows that have begun to consume her. When the Jedi Order finally falls, Iskat seizes the chance to forge a path of her own. She embraces the salvation of Order 66.<br> <br>As an Inquisitor, Iskat finds the freedom she has always craved: to question, to want. And with each strike of her red blade, Iskat moves closer to claiming her new destiny in the Force whatever the cost.USDelilah S. Dawsonis the author of theNew York TimesbestsellerStar Wars: Phasma, as well asStar Wars: Galaxy s Edge: Black Spire,The Violence,Mine, the Hit series, the Blud series, the creator-owned comicsLadycastle,Sparrowhawk, andStar Pig, and the Shadow series (written as Lila Bowen). With Kevin Hearne, she co-writes the Tales of Pell. She lives in Georgia with her family.

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