Best Star Wars Books Novels & Stories

He turned to scan the old, pressed-wood shelf to his right, the kind found at K-Mart or Wal-Mart and not requiring any real skill to assemble. He unconsciously rolled the eight ball in his hands as he scanned the shelves. These books offered a trip down memory lane. His teenage collection of Star Wars novels. At one time he could’ve made the proud declaration he owned every one. Even the hard-to-find Han Solo novels from the late seventies. He’d stopped collecting them halfway through college, though. Now he owned only a fraction of the franchise’s backlist.

I couldn't help but giggle at his expense, but at the same time, I didn't want to be blamed for anyone's death. "Okay, I'm sorry. Please don't cancel my admission," I said, feeling defeated. He let out a sigh of relief. "Only on one condition," he said with a smirk. I rolled my eyes. "And what is that?" "You see that bookshelf over there?" he pointed to the corner of his office. I turned to look at the bookshelf, and sure enough, the books were scattered. "What do you want me to do there?" I asked. "Well, you're going to arrange it, and it must be according to their titles," he said, clearly enjoying himself.

“So how did he find The Phantom Menace then?” “Well. He did not quite burn George Lucas in effigy. But from that day forth, his life was ruled by two great passions.” She laughed. Then winced. Then remembered why she’d suggested Star Wars in the first place. “Aiden. You do know there’s, like, new new Star Wars, right? And it doesn’t suck.” “Really?” “Yep. Nobody says anything about midi-chlorians. And no trade routes are even remotely in dispute.” “That does sound rather more like the Star Wars my father enjoyed.”

"Celestine— you have the greatest gift running through your veins, your blood. It's a great asset to the Vampire council, W.I.K.D... You are the top prized," "Then why do I feel like I have to constantly be looking over my shoulders," I collapse to the ground, staring up at the stars, "Because—" Al laid next to me staring up at the stars as well, "Royalty comes at a cost, and right now anyone will want to take that away from you. And I have to warn you, Celestine, soon they will realize they won't be able to conquer you, so they will try and befriend you, you must be careful will the friends you choose,"

“She shared a few names. She had a whole fucking list. There is one I like, Aeryn, it’s from this show Farscape.” Osiris looked at me like I was fucking makes up words. So I went to the rest of the list. Leia had sent it to me, so I read it off my phone. “Elora is the baby of Willow, in the movie. You know with the fucking little person that becomes a wizard?” Osiris looked like I was talking about fucking rocket science again, doesn’t this guy ever watch a fucking move? “Nope? Okay, next one Allana is actually Leia and Han’s granddaughter in the fucking Star Wars books, you don’t fucking care do you?”