By Drew Karpyshyn
20 years have handed in view that Darth Bane, reigning darkish Lord of the Sith, demolished the traditional order dedicated to the darkish aspect and reinvented it as a circle of 2: one grasp to wield the ability and go at the knowledge, and one apprentice to benefit, problem, and finally usurp the darkish Lord in a duel to the loss of life. yet Bane’s acolyte, Zannah, has but to interact her grasp in mortal strive against and end up herself a priceless successor. decided that the Sith dream of galactic domination won't die with him, Bane vows to profit the key of a forgotten darkish Lord that might guarantee the Sith’s immortality–and his own.A ideal chance arises whilst a Jedi emissary is assassinated at the stricken mining planet Doan, giving Bane an excuse to dispatch his apprentice on a fact-finding mission–while he himself units out in mystery to catch the traditional holocron of Darth Andeddu and its important wisdom. yet Zannah isn't any idiot. She is familiar with that her ruthless grasp has all started to doubt her, and he or she senses that he's hiding whatever the most important to her destiny. If she will declare the ability she craves, she needs to take motion now. whereas Bane storms the distant stronghold of a fanatical Sith cult, Zannah prepares for her Master’s downfall via determining an apprentice of her personal: a rogue Jedi crafty and cold-blooded sufficient to include the Sith means and to face beside her while she ultimately wrests from Bane the mantle of darkish Lord of the Sith. yet Zannah isn't the just one with the will and gear to ruin Darth Bane. Princess Serra of the Doan royal relations is haunted by means of thoughts of the immense Sith soldier who murdered her father and tortured her while she was once a baby. Bent on retribution, she hires a cruel murderer to discover her tormentor–and deliver him again alive to style her wrath.Only a Sith who has taken down her personal grasp can develop into darkish Lord of the Sith. So whilst Bane unexpectedly vanishes, Zannah needs to locate him–possibly even rescue him–before she will kill him. And so she pursues her quarry from the awful depths of a ravaged international on the point of disaster to the barren reaches of a barren region outpost, the place the way forward for the darkish side’s strongest disciples might be determined, as soon as and for all, through the ultimate, deadly stroke of a lightsaber.From the Hardcover version.
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These things won't work on her father. The big man's head turns slowly toward her. Terrified, she can feel her heart pounding. She squeezes her eyes shut, trying not to breathe. Her eyes snap open as she is swept off her feet by a terrible, unseen power. It lifts her into the air and carries her outside. Upside down, she is suspended by an invisible hand above the boiling cooking pot. Helpless, trembling, she can feel wisps of hot steam rising up to crawl across her cheeks. "Daddy," she whimpers.
It was possible Zannah had noticed his deteriorating physical abilities and had simply decided to wait. In five years his body would be a ruined husk, and she could dispatch him with virtually no risk. In most circumstances Bane would have admired this strategy, but in this case it flew in the face of the most fundamental tenet of the Rule of Two. An apprentice had to earn the title of Dark Lord, wresting it from the Master in a confrontation that pushed them both to the edge of their abilities.
Feint. Thrust. The soles of his feet slapped softly against the surface of the courtyard stones, a sporadic rhythm marking the progress of every advance and retreat against his imaginary opponent. The last vestiges of sleep and fatigue clung stubbornly to his body, spurring the tiny voice inside that urged him to abandon his training and return to the comfort of his bed. Bane drowned it out by silently reciting the opening line of the Sith Code: Peace is a lie; there is only passion. Ten standard years had passed since he had lost his orbalisk armor.