Star Wars Fan Book Novels & Stories

It seemed to be showing me something, and before I knew it, I found myself twisting the doorknob that the firefly was hovering around. The door creaked open, and I stepped through, only to find myself outside. It was like stepping into another world. I turned to the firefly and whispered, "Thank you, my little guide." As I gazed up at the stars, I felt a sense of wonder and excitement. What other secrets did the night hold? I couldn't wait to find out.

“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?”

We came from the heavens in the form of dust. That is what made us the humans we are today. The knowing where we come from only is known to a select few. The ones who dream of the stars and planets so far away. The ones who know we will always be Star Dust in the end. Katherine Thomas Chapter 1

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.