Zusatztext This is the Avengers: Endgame of Star Wars tie-in media. io9 Resistance Reborn is an integral chapter to the Skywalker Saga. The Hollywood Reporter A well-written adventure that'll draw you in. CNET Required reading before The Rise of Skywalker. Nerdist Sure to thrill fans who love seeing characters from across Star Wars stories and mediums . . . heartfelt and action-packed. Hypable Pure delight! impossible to put down! brilliantly plotted. San Francisco Chronicle Resistance Reborn was a joy to read and the pages went flying by. Geekmom Informationen zum Autor Rebecca Roanhorse is a Hugo! Nebula! and Locus Awardwinning speculative fiction writer. She also won the Campbell Award for Best New Science Fiction and Fantasy writer in 2018. Her novel Trail of Lightning is the first book in the Sixth World series! followed by Storm of Locusts in 2019. She lives in northern New Mexico with her husband! daughter! and pug. Chapter 1 Leia jerked awake, her head snapping back against the rough fabric of the headrest. Her hands grasped for purchase in the armless chair as she tried to keep herself from falling. She cried out, a small startled breath in the otherwise empty room, as her fingers clasped around the edge of the console table. It took her a moment for her senses to come back to her and for her to remember where she was. The low hum of machinery and the distant clank of someone doing repairs, even at this odd hour, told her she was on the Millennium Falcon. Not on the Raddus, during the First Order's attack, when she had felt the presence of her son nearby. Not in the cold darkness of space into which she had been flung immediately after. She had been dreaming just now. The same dream that had plagued her since it happened. She was alone, cold, her body failing, her spirit lost, surrounded by the vast emptiness of space. In real life she had woken, and the Force had flared hot and alive in her. And it had brought her back, guided her to safety. But in the dream, she stayed suspended in the void. Failing her friends, her family, and the people she had vowed to lead. Failing her son most of all. Everyone she loved, dead. When did I get so morbid? she muttered to herself, pushing her aching body upright in her chair. She knew when. Since she had died. Well, almost died. She'd had plenty of close calls in her life. The bombing during her senatorial days back on Hosnian Prime. The torture session with Vader that even now, decades later, spiked her adrenaline and set her on edge when even the barest hint of that memory surfaced. A million narrow escapes with Han back in the days of the Rebellion. But nothing quite like being blasted out of that ship, drifting through space alone. She rubbed a tired hand over her face, looking around. It had been a long few days since Chewie and Rey had shown up on Crait to rescue them from the First Order. Since she had seen her brother again and lost him just as quickly. She wondered how much she was supposed to suffer in a single lifetime, how much exactly one person could take. But then she put that indulgent self-pitying moment away. She had work to do. The communications console of the Millennium Falcon was laid out before her, silent as space itself. When she had called for aid on Crait, sending out her distress signal to her allies, she was sure someone would respond. But they had not, and that fact still shook her. Were they alive? Was her signal being blocked? Or­the answer she least wanted to contemplate­did they just not care? No, she wouldn't believe that. Couldn't. Something had happened that prevented her calls from reaching friendly ears. That made more...

“This is the Avengers: Endgame of Star Wars tie-in media.”—io9

“Resistance Reborn is an integral chapter to the Skywalker Saga.”—The Hollywood Reporter
 
“A well-written adventure that'll draw you in.”—CNET
 
“Required reading before The Rise of Skywalker.”—Nerdist
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“Sure to thrill fans who love seeing characters from across Star Wars stories and mediums . . . heartfelt and action-packed.”—Hypable

“Pure delight, impossible to put down, brilliantly plotted.”—San Francisco Chronicle

“Resistance Reborn was a joy to read and the pages went flying by.”—Geekmom

Autorentext
Rebecca Roanhorse is a Hugo, Nebula, and Locus Award–winning speculative fiction writer. She also won the Campbell Award for Best New Science Fiction and Fantasy writer in 2018. Her novel Trail of Lightning is the first book in the Sixth World series, followed by Storm of Locusts in 2019. She lives in northern New Mexico with her husband, daughter, and pug.

Zusammenfassung
In this pivotal prequel to Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker, the heroes of the Resistance—Poe Dameron, General Leia Organa, Rey, and Finn—must fight back from the edge of oblivion.

The Resistance is in ruins. In the wake of their harrowing escape from Crait, what was once an army has been reduced to a handful of wounded heroes. Finn, Poe, Rey, Rose, Chewbacca, Leia Organa—their names are famous among the oppressed worlds they fight to liberate. But names can only get you so far, and Leia’s last desperate call for aid has gone unanswered. 
 
From the jungles of Ryloth to the shipyards of Corellia, the shadow of the First Order looms large, and those with the bravery to face the darkness are scattered and isolated. If hope is to survive, the Resistance must journey throughout the galaxy, seeking out more leaders—including those who, in days gone by, helped a nascent rebellion topple an empire. Battles will be fought, alliances will be forged, and the Resistance will be reborn.

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Chapter 1

Leia jerked awake, her head snapping back against the rough fabric of the headrest. Her hands grasped for purchase in the armless chair as she tried to keep herself from falling. She cried out, a small startled breath in the otherwise empty room, as her fingers clasped around the edge of the console table. It took her a moment for her senses to come back to her and for her to remember where she was. The low hum of machinery and the distant clank of someone doing repairs, even at this odd hour, told her she was on the Millennium Falcon. Not on the Raddus, during the First Order’s attack, when she had felt the presence of her son nearby. Not in the cold darkness of space into which she had been flung immediately after.

She had been dreaming just now. The same dream that had plagued her since it happened. She was alone, cold, her body failing, her spirit lost, surrounded by the vast emptiness of space. In real life she had woken, and the Force had flared hot and alive in her. And it had brought her back, guided her to safety. But in the dream, she stayed suspended in the void. Failing her friends, her family, and the people she had vowed to lead. Failing her son most of all. Everyone she loved, dead.

“When did I get so morbid?” she muttered to herself, pushing her aching body upright in her chair. She knew when. Since she had died. Well, almost died. She’d had plenty of close calls in her life. The bombing during her senatorial days back on Hosnian Prime. The torture session with Vader that even now, decades later, spiked her adrenaline and set her on edge when even the barest hint of that memory surfaced. A million narrow escapes with Han back in the days of the Rebellion. But nothing quite like being blasted out of that ship, drifting through space alone.

She rubbed a tired hand over her face, looking around. It had been a long few days since Chewie and Rey had shown up on…