36 Quotes by Paul S. Kemp

Losing something she loved had ripped her open in a way she had not expected. The pain hurt, but the pain was right. The Order had wrought a galaxy in which good capitulated to evil, where human feelings—Aryn’s feelings—were crushed under the weight of Jedi nonattachment.

If good people won’t do the hard things, evil people will always win, because evil people will do anything.

An apprentice was unquestioningly loyal until the moment he wasn't. Both Master and apprentice knew this.

She stared up at Vader, unafraid."I hate you and everything you stand for" she said."But when I murdered, I murdered out of love"Vader raised his blade, his breathing loud and steady. When he spoke, his voice was as deep and hollow as a funeral gong."I know precisely what you mean" he said and slashed.

Underlings should always be uncomfortable in the presence of their superiors," said the Emperor. "Don't you agree?

Yap, yap little dog.

I am a murderer. I simply have not yet murdered. But I will, given time. The good in me is draining away into the dark hole in my center.My soul is broken. I am broken.I am my father's son.

A memory stabbed him, as sharp as a blade. He’d floated alone in an escape pod over Ryloth once, spinning high over its surface, after crashing a cruiser into a droid control ship. Another name bobbed up and broke the surface of the sea of memory. Ahsoka. He’d called her “Snips” sometimes. He pushed the errant recollection aside and focused on his task.

Vader completed his meditation and opened his eyes. His pale, flame-savaged face stared back at him from out of the reflective black transparisteel of his pressurized meditation chamber. Without the neural connection to his armor, he was conscious of the stumps of his legs, the ruin of his arms, the perpetual pain in his flesh. He welcomed it. Pain fed his hate, and hate fed his strength. Once, as a Jedi, he had meditated to find peace. Now he meditated to sharpen the edges of his anger.