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Red Harvest: Star Wars Legends [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Fiction)
  • Author:  Schreiber, Joe
  • Author:  Schreiber, Joe
  • ISBN-10:  0345518594
  • ISBN-10:  0345518594
  • ISBN-13:  9780345518590
  • ISBN-13:  9780345518590
  • Publisher:  Random House Worlds
  • Publisher:  Random House Worlds
  • Pages:  320
  • Pages:  320
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Apr-2012
  • Pub Date:  01-Apr-2012
  • SKU:  0345518594-11-SPLV
  • SKU:  0345518594-11-SPLV
  • Item ID: 100106932
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Unlike other young Jedi sidelined to the Agricultural Corps—those whose abilities have not proved up to snuff—Hestizo Trace possesses one extraordinary Force talent: a gift with plants. But suddenly her quiet existence among greenhouse and garden specimens is violently destroyed by the arrival of an emissary from Darth Scabrous, a Sith Lord with a fanatical dream poised to become nightmarish reality. For the rare black orchid that Hestizo has nurtured and bonded with is the final ingredient in an ancient Sith formula—crucial to the Dark Lord’s obsession, but with consequences far worse than fatal. Now, spawned by a heretofore unknown virus, the rotting, ravenous dead are rising, driven by a bloodthirsty hunger for all things living—and commanded by a Sith Master who lusts for power and the ultimate prize: immortality . . . no matter the cost.

“A careful and effective mix of Gothic horror, survival thriller, andStar Wars.”—Big Shiny Robot

Joe Schreiberis the author ofStar Wars: Death Troopers, Chasing the Dead, Eat the Dark,andNo Doors, No Windows. He was born in Michigan but spent his formative years in Alaska, Wyoming, and Northern California. He lives in central Pennsylvania with his wife, two young children, and several originalStar Warsaction figures.

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3645 BBY

Wim Nickter stood just outside the circle, awaiting first blood.

The cold morning air of Odacer-Faustin tasted like ozone, numbing his tongue and lips, making his heart pound harder in his chest until it actually shook the heavy fabric of his wind-resistant tunic. He had climbed the seventy-seven steps to the top of the temple with the other students, muscles aching, sweat from his exertions still drying in the wind. The lightsaber training session was over. Now the duels would begin.

In the three standard years since he'd arrived at the academy, Nickter had come to anticilS,

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