Revenge of the Sith Novel Quotes

A pair of starfighters. Jedi starfighters. Only two. Two is enough. Two is enough because the adults are wrong, and their younglings are right. Though this is the end of the age of heroes, it has saved its best for last.

The locations used for Jedi traps never survive the operation unscathed, and many don’t survive it at all.

“See this, do you? This wound, no blaster could make.” An icy void opened in Obi-Wan’s heart. It swallowed his pain and his grief, leaving behind a precariously empty calm. He whispered, “A lightsaber?”

Within the Separatist leadership bunker’s control center were dozens of combat droids. There were armed and armored guards. There were automated defense systems. There were screams, and tears, and pleas for mercy. None of them mattered. The Sith had come to Mustafar.

“That’ll change soon. Too soon. We’ll all know who’s in charge,” Bail said grimly. “Prepare to raise ship.” “Back to Alderaan, sir?” Bail shook his head. “Kashyyyk. There’s no way to know if any Jedi have lived through this—but if I had to bet on one, my money’d be on Yoda.”

And Anakin is on his way despite the dread boiling through his blood. That’s what makes him a real hero. Not the way the HoloNet labels him; not without fear, but stronger than fear. He looks the dragon in the eye and doesn’t even slow down.

“The Dark Lord has revealed himself, and we dare not hesitate. Think not of if, Master Fisto; this duty has fallen to us. We will suffice.”

Up from the depths of Anakin’s furnace heart came an answer so far transcending fury that it sounded cold as interstellar space. “This is an insult to me, and to the Chancellor, do not imagine that it will be tolerated.”

Contemplation of death brought only one slight sting of regret, and more than a bit of puzzlement. Until this very moment, Obi-Wan had never realized he’d always expected, for no discernible reason— That when he died, Anakin would be with him.

“I am no philosopher, Anakin; in my work, anticipation is often my sole hope of success. I must anticipate the actions of my adversaries—and even those of my allies. Even—” He opened a hand toward Anakin, smiling. “—my friends.”

The exemplar of a reliable proxy would be, for example, the most prolific living Jedi killer, backed up by a squad of advanced combat droids designed, built, and armed specifically to fight Jedi.

This is Dooku, Darth Tyrannus, Count of Serenno.

Today was about the life of the man who might as well have been his father: a man who could die if the Jedi didn’t reach him in time. Anakin had been late once before.

“No. My orders are clear that the Chancellor is not to be harmed. And the Jedi—” The general’s right hand slipped beneath his cape to stroke the array of lightsabers clipped there. “The Jedi, I will execute personally.”

... by the end of the coming battle, Dooku would have initiated Skywalker into the manifold glories of the dark side, just as Sidious had initiated him. He gave no thought to failure. Why should he?

“Master…” His voice seemed to be coming from someone else. Someone who hadn’t seen what he’d seen. Hadn’t done what he’d done. “Master, right here—right now—you and I…” ”Yes?” He blinked. “I think we’re about to win the war.”

There are so few things a Jedi ever owns; even his lightsaber is less a possession than an expression of his identity. To be a Jedi is to renounce possessions. And Anakin had tried so hard, tried for so long, to do just that.

In the main holocomm center of the Jedi Temple, high stop the central spire, Obi-Wan used the Force to reach deep within the shell of the recall beacon’s mechanism, subtly altering the pulse calibration to flip the signal from “come home” to “run and hide.”

The Force layered connections upon connections, and brought them all to life within Obi-Wan: the chill deck plates beneath his boots, and the stone beneath those, and far below the smooth lightless currents of the world-ocean.

Anakin Skywalker no longer had a shatterpoint. He was a shatterpoint. The shatterpoint. Everything depended on him. Everything.

“It is time,” the holoscan said. “Execute Order Sixty-Six.” /n/nCody responded as he had been trained since before he’d ever awakened in his crèche-school. “It will be done, my lord.”