Shadow of the Sith, il segreto di Palpatine nell’estratto pubblicato online

Nuovi misteri e personaggi nel primo libro di Adam Christopher

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Il 4 maggio è passato, ma grazie a una esclusiva di io9 arriva un incredibile regalo per tutti i fan di Star Wars, un estratto – disponibile online – del libro Shadow of the Sith già annunciato in passato e che sarà in vendita a partire dal 28 giugno prossimo. Solo il primo dei quattro romanzi previsti, nell’anteprima pubblicata già si intuisce un nuovo segreto con cui fare i conti, un servitore del malvagio Imperatore Palpatine, Lord Sidious.

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Dopo Star Wars: L’ascesa di Skywalker sono molte le domande rimaste senza risposta, inevitabile in una saga tanto lunga e complessa, per quanto la Lucasfilm si sia impegnata a cercare di collegare ogni filo, dalla storia di Kylo Ren alla Diade della Forza. Fino alla vera natura della convergenza della Forza sul pianeta Exegol, dove si recano Luke Skywalker e Lando Calrissian circa 20 anni dopo Il ritorno dello Jedi. Questo il cuore del libro del quale vi mostriamo la copertina.

Ambientata poco prima della trilogia sequel, la storia ci porterà – insieme a loro – sulle tracce dell’alieno Ochi di Bestoon, devoto servitore dell’Ordine dei Sith e assassino di Jedi. Un ‘nuovo’ protagonista che emerge dalle anteprime concesse dagli Studios a i09, nelle quali si intuisce come Luke si sia avvicinato alla scoperta della verità sulla resurrezione di Palpatine e si vede – in un poster esclusivo – un misterioso nemico dalla pelle blu, nascosta da un’antica maschera Sith, secondo la rivista una figura nota ai lettori che per ora la Lucasfilm preferisce mantenere segreta.

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Gli altri libri, in uscita tra il giugno e il luglio 2022, ognuno da un autore e su un contesto diverso, saranno: Brotherhood di Mike Chen (con Obi Wan Kenobi a indagare su un attentato all’epoca delle Guerre dei Cloni), l’antologia Stories of Jedi and Sith curata da Jennifer Heddle (brevi storie con protagonisti noti degli opposti schieramenti) e Padawan di Kiersten White (Nel quale ancora Obi-Wan Kenobi da giovane dovrà gestire una situazione inattesa in assenza del suo maestro Qui Gon Jinn).

Qui l’estratto di Shadow of the Sith pubblicato da i09:

THE SEPULCHRE, COORDINATES UNKNOWN

NOW

Something moves in the darkness—a shadow, cast long, crawling through the abyssal night. The shadow is a thing apart: neither alive nor dead.

It is a relic. It is an . . . echo. A presence from an older time, a malignancy that somehow survived, somehow found a way.

Found a path.

She can see it now. Black and blacker still, moving, always moving. An intelligence, yes. A mind, but one without form or substance.

But here—present—nonetheless.

She closes her eyes. It makes no difference. There is nothing to see but a gulf, a nothing, where the shadow lives.

Where the shadow thrives.

In the darkness, in the forever night inside her head.

And the void is not silent. It is anything but. It is a cacophony, a sound so loud it lights up every nerve fiber of her entire being, even though she knows there is nothing to hear, physically.

It is the sound of pain. The sound of death. The sound of a thousand thousand thousand souls crying out in sorrow and agony before they are snuffed out in an instant. Brothers and sisters. Sons and daughters. Mothers and fathers. Podlings, branchlings, kithkin. Sporechilds and denmothers; space fathers and their brethren, and their gene-clusters and their shoots. Spawn, and offspring. Children.

Entire generations of the living, consumed, their dying cries absorbed and left to reflect forever, trapped inside a dark vessel crafted centuries ago by a power uncommon, inhuman.

By a darkness.

By a shadow, cast long.

And there is another sound. A voice, from the ancient past. It is far distant, a call echoing across a huge valley of space and time.

The voice is terrible.

The voice is as familiar as her own.

SOON.

She opens her golden eyes. The room is bright and, mercifully, silent. Her ears ring like a bell, the sudden absence of screams almost as painful, the echo of the voice still reverberating in her mind.

Slowly, slowly, she remembers where she is. As she lies on the floor and blinks the world into existence around her, she pulls up a hand and touches her face. It is warm, and wet, the blood on her fingertips the bright blue of the Pantoran sky.

The place is lit by flickering flame, and the flickering flame lights the plinth of meteoric iron, and beside the plinth lies the mask made of the same starstuff. The mask faces away from her. It rocks, gently, like it has just been thrown.

She stares at the back of it, the curve of nothing, of darkness, of deep shadow.

And she hears the voice again.

SOON.
SOON.

She closes her eyes, and she sleeps, exchanging one nightmare for another, in the dead of night, in the dead of space. She wakes to another sound, one technological, modern. She lifts herself from her nest, ignoring the throbbing in her head, the ache of her limbs.

Because she can’t keep them waiting. They are patient, yes. Infuriatingly so.

But they are also quick to anger, and if there is one thing she dares not do, it is make them angry.

She agreed to help them. They agreed to show her the way.

This is how it was.

And she would do nothing to jeopardize that.

Standing, she activates the communicator, and her nest is lit in the sudden electric blue of a hologram. The image shimmers and pulses, tinged with the same static and interference that protects the caller’s point of origin.

She kneels before the figure, cloaked in darkness, the hood barely concealing a face that is wrapped tightly in heavy black bandages, in the manner all cultists of the Sith Eternal hide their features.

She doesn’t know why. She doesn’t care.

But she does obey.

“What is thy bidding, my Master,” she intones, repeating the litany that echoed through time like the screams inside the mask she knew she would have to put on again, soon.

The looming figure speaks, and she listens, and she wonders whether this will be the last time or whether they will ever honor their promise.

Perhaps one day, they will ask too much.

 

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