By: Alan Dean Foster
Published by Ballantine/Del Rey
1978
Excerpt
"Luke
. . . what's wrong?"
He took
a couple of unsteady steps. "What?"
"We were
worried, Master Luke. You . . ." Threepio broke off as Luke
turned away to stare eastward.
"He's
coming," he murmured. "He's near, very near."
"Luke,
boy, you'd better start making some sense," Halla said. "Who's coming?"
"There
was a stirring," Luke whispered. "A profound disturbance in the Force.
I've felt it before, weakly. I felt it most strongly when Ben Kenobi
was killed."
Princess
Leia inhaled in terror, her eyes widening. "No, not him again, not
here."
"Something
blacker than night stirs the Force, Leia," Luke said. "This Governor
Essada must have contacted him, sent him here. He'd be especially
interested in locating you and me."
"Who
would?" Halla half shouted in frustration.
Leia's
hands trembled. She fought to still them. "Lord Darth Vader,"
she whispered.