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Star Wars: The Princess and the Scoundrel
NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • You are cordially invited to the wedding of Princess Leia Organa and Han Solo.
The Death Star is destroyed. Darth Vader is dead. The Empire is desolate. But on the forest moon of Endor, among the chaos of a changing galaxy, time stands still for a princess and her scoundrel.
After being frozen in carbonite, then risking everything for the Rebellion, Han is eager to stop living his life for other people. He and Leia have earned their future together, a thousand times over. And when he proposes to Leia, it's the first time in a long time he's had a good feeling about this. For Leia, a lifetime of fighting doesn't seem truly over. There is work still to do, penance to pay for the dark secret that she now knows runs through her veins. Her brother, Luke, is offering her that chance-one that comes with family and the promise of the Force. But when Han asks her to marry him, Leia finds her answer immediately on her lips . . . Yes.
Yet happily ever after doesn't come easily. As soon as Han and Leia depart their idyllic ceremony for their honeymoon, they find themselves on the grandest and most glamorous stage of all: the Halcyon, a luxury vessel on a very public journey to the most wondrous worlds in the galaxy. Their marriage, and the peace and prosperity it represents, are a lightning rod for all-including Imperial remnants still clinging to power.
Facing their most desperate hour, the soldiers of the Empire have dispersed across the galaxy, retrenching on isolated planets vulnerable to their influence. As the Halcyon travels from world to world, one thing becomes abundantly clear: The war is not over. But as danger draws closer, Han and Leia find that they fight their best battles not alone, but as husband and wife.
The Death Star is destroyed. Darth Vader is dead. The Empire is desolate. But on the forest moon of Endor, among the chaos of a changing galaxy, time stands still for a princess and her scoundrel.
After being frozen in carbonite, then risking everything for the Rebellion, Han is eager to stop living his life for other people. He and Leia have earned their future together, a thousand times over. And when he proposes to Leia, it's the first time in a long time he's had a good feeling about this. For Leia, a lifetime of fighting doesn't seem truly over. There is work still to do, penance to pay for the dark secret that she now knows runs through her veins. Her brother, Luke, is offering her that chance-one that comes with family and the promise of the Force. But when Han asks her to marry him, Leia finds her answer immediately on her lips . . . Yes.
Yet happily ever after doesn't come easily. As soon as Han and Leia depart their idyllic ceremony for their honeymoon, they find themselves on the grandest and most glamorous stage of all: the Halcyon, a luxury vessel on a very public journey to the most wondrous worlds in the galaxy. Their marriage, and the peace and prosperity it represents, are a lightning rod for all-including Imperial remnants still clinging to power.
Facing their most desperate hour, the soldiers of the Empire have dispersed across the galaxy, retrenching on isolated planets vulnerable to their influence. As the Halcyon travels from world to world, one thing becomes abundantly clear: The war is not over. But as danger draws closer, Han and Leia find that they fight their best battles not alone, but as husband and wife.
Readers Top Reviews
L SchultzSMWbarof
This is a solid 4/5 from me. Starts a little slow but builds really well into a great adventure for Han and Leia. After several Canon novels depicting the aftermath of their break up (or leading into their break up) it’s refreshing to have the Han and Leia I wanted. In love, wild and full of adventure, and full of hope. Beth writes both characters really well, with Leia’s sass and Han’s sarcasm and wit threading through the whole novel. Some nods to the graphic novels and to the sequel trilogy ties this book in beautifully.
Matthew Sciarrino
A wonderful book. The tie-ins are terrific. Both the comic series that had the adventure of the attempt to get back Han’s frozen body and the new Disney World’s Holcyon are intermixed wonderfully. This book starts exactly with the end of Episode 6 and you get the feel of the 1st days of the move from Rebel to New Republic. This is a must read for any Star Wars fan and beyond a first read for anyone lucky enough to have booked a trip on the Holcyon.
Bob MorrowKensiKe
I've tried to like the novels since Disney took over, but other than the Thrawn series I've mostly been disappointed, with a few exceptions. Not just because of poor writing, but also the utter chaos of mixing everything from young adult books to audio scripts to regular novels without really identifying what is what. I dislike having to read a script rather than a full novelization...it's a cheap and fast method of story-telling in my opinion and I really dislike having to read it to continue the overall storyline. I looked forward to this book, expecting it to not have those same problems. But it turned into a exercise of fitting in as many references to the hotel in Orlando as possible and name-dropping characters from current movies that it ruined the mindset of 'a galaxy far, far away' and instead read more like Disney Marketing pamphlets for the hotel. It takes me out of the story while I roll my eyes at the heavy-handed synergy being pushed. The story itself was a little silly...while we know Leia is known for putting the interests of other before her own, they were on their HONEYMOON, both her and Han come off as strangely hot and then cold in their relationship. Yes, they bickered in the beginning of their relationship, but supposedly they had moved past that, and while the argument is made that theirs is a match made in the stars...sure doesn't sound like it... I bought all of the earlier novels for years, have a large bookshelf full, most were good, a few were clunkers, most with stories that were later dismissed by the new regime, but I'm becoming very disappointed in the quality now. Not that I expect it to change, Disney, after all, 'knows better'...
Greg ColvinBob Mo
A lot of Star Wars stuff Is very light on character development, especially since it has typically revolved around the Skywalker saga and characters we already know , but in this novel, Beth Revis has given us more insight into the greatest love story in the galaxy. We learn more about Han and Leia, not just as a couple, but also who they are as individuals. I hope that Disney and Lucasfilm have enough sense to let Revis continue to write their story, especially Leia's relationship with the Force and the events that tear Han and Leia apart and result in the separation we see in The Force Awakens. Although I can always hope Lucasfilm removes the last 3 films of the Skywalker saga and allows Ms. Revis to write them a better story.
Greg ColvinBob
This book was great, especially if you love Star Wars
Short Excerpt Teaser
Chapter 1
Han
Two Days Later
"It's not over yet."
That's what Han had told the rebel Pathfinders after he'd left the Imperial base they'd uncovered on the other side of Endor. While the Death Star had been constructed in orbit around the forest moon, a separate communications base had been built on the surface, undamaged in the aftermath of the Death Star's destruction-until Han and his troops had arrived. Signal intelligence had decrypted some of the messages the base had been sending out, transmitting throughout the galaxy. Blowing up the Death Star may have been fun, but it wasn't enough. Imperials occupied countless worlds, and they weren't just rolling over. The Pathfinders had gone in blasters blazing, but they hadn't been quick enough to stop the signal.
Data, comms, plans. All that info scattered across the galaxy. And it all came down to Emperor Palpatine still giving orders despite being nothing but ash and space debris now. He had calculated for his legacy to live on even if he exploded in space, and that was exactly what they'd been too late to prevent.
One night. They'd all had one night to celebrate and pretend that the war was over. But . . .
It wasn't over yet.
Han cursed. The debriefing with the generals-the other generals, because he now held that rank, too-had been quick and dirty, just a relay of information followed by the others scattering in various directions to make new plans. Time for the brains to work. No one had invited Han to stay and concoct a strategy to round up the Imperials that still remained and hadn't gotten the message that they'd lost. That was fine. They just needed to tell him where to fly and what to shoot. He was good at that part. The best. Sure, he'd had some decent ideas in the past. But now that the blasting was over, it made sense for the others . . .
Beside him, Chewbacca roared.
"Yeah, I get you," Han muttered. It never seemed to end. But then he paused, turning to look up at his old friend. "I haven't forgotten, though, you know that, right? We're heading back to Kashyyyk as soon as possible, kicking the Imperials off your world. You've got a family to take care of."
Chewie started to grumble, but Han cut him off. "No. We stick to our plan, and it was always for you to go home as soon as we had a break."
Han grabbed the rung of one of the ladders leading up into the tree village. While the leaders of the Rebellion had set up a base on the ground in order to be closer to the ships in the clearing and the immediate action they anticipated, it was little more than a large tent with a few smaller ones nearby to handle the overflow of quartering pilots and ground troops. The Ewok huts were far more comfortable living quarters. Beneath him, the ladder swung as Chewie followed Han up, his added weight throwing Han off balance for a moment before he could adjust.
Leia hadn't been at the debriefing.
Han knew she'd been elsewhere, recording messages for allies, and he knew that the others would catch her up to speed. But . . .
He wanted to see her.
Han's track record with love wasn't necessarily the best. But this thing with Leia-it felt like more than . . . He couldn't quantify it. It just felt more. He'd tried to walk away, more than once. Maybe, if he'd been able to leave Hoth when he'd planned . . .
Han had meant it when he'd told Leia he'd exit her life if she wanted. Of course, that was before he knew Luke and Leia were siblings, before he knew a lot of things. But he'd meant his words. He would have left, not for his own benefit, but for hers. Every other time in Han's life, when he walked away, he did it for himself. But not that time.
Instead of letting him leave, though, she'd come to him.
And Han didn't know if he could let her go again.
Especially not after how much time he'd already lost. He'd been frozen on Bespin and by the time he'd woken up again-blind and disoriented with hibernation sickness-so much time had passed. Leia had loved him for nearly a whole year, and Vader had stolen that year from him. Han wasn't going to let more time slip through his fingers.
Distantly, he became aware that Chewie had been talking to him. Han hooked his leg over the top of the ladder and landed with a thud of his boots on the wooden walkway of the village. "Yeah, buddy?" he asked.
Chewie swung himself up, big arms balancing before he landed fully. He roared, half in amusement, half in discontent at being ignored.
"Sorry!" Han said, throwing up his hands. "I've got things on my mind."
"Oh, am I just a thing?" Leia's voice sliced through Han's brain.
"Hey, now, you don't occupy my every thought, Princes...
Han
Two Days Later
"It's not over yet."
That's what Han had told the rebel Pathfinders after he'd left the Imperial base they'd uncovered on the other side of Endor. While the Death Star had been constructed in orbit around the forest moon, a separate communications base had been built on the surface, undamaged in the aftermath of the Death Star's destruction-until Han and his troops had arrived. Signal intelligence had decrypted some of the messages the base had been sending out, transmitting throughout the galaxy. Blowing up the Death Star may have been fun, but it wasn't enough. Imperials occupied countless worlds, and they weren't just rolling over. The Pathfinders had gone in blasters blazing, but they hadn't been quick enough to stop the signal.
Data, comms, plans. All that info scattered across the galaxy. And it all came down to Emperor Palpatine still giving orders despite being nothing but ash and space debris now. He had calculated for his legacy to live on even if he exploded in space, and that was exactly what they'd been too late to prevent.
One night. They'd all had one night to celebrate and pretend that the war was over. But . . .
It wasn't over yet.
Han cursed. The debriefing with the generals-the other generals, because he now held that rank, too-had been quick and dirty, just a relay of information followed by the others scattering in various directions to make new plans. Time for the brains to work. No one had invited Han to stay and concoct a strategy to round up the Imperials that still remained and hadn't gotten the message that they'd lost. That was fine. They just needed to tell him where to fly and what to shoot. He was good at that part. The best. Sure, he'd had some decent ideas in the past. But now that the blasting was over, it made sense for the others . . .
Beside him, Chewbacca roared.
"Yeah, I get you," Han muttered. It never seemed to end. But then he paused, turning to look up at his old friend. "I haven't forgotten, though, you know that, right? We're heading back to Kashyyyk as soon as possible, kicking the Imperials off your world. You've got a family to take care of."
Chewie started to grumble, but Han cut him off. "No. We stick to our plan, and it was always for you to go home as soon as we had a break."
Han grabbed the rung of one of the ladders leading up into the tree village. While the leaders of the Rebellion had set up a base on the ground in order to be closer to the ships in the clearing and the immediate action they anticipated, it was little more than a large tent with a few smaller ones nearby to handle the overflow of quartering pilots and ground troops. The Ewok huts were far more comfortable living quarters. Beneath him, the ladder swung as Chewie followed Han up, his added weight throwing Han off balance for a moment before he could adjust.
Leia hadn't been at the debriefing.
Han knew she'd been elsewhere, recording messages for allies, and he knew that the others would catch her up to speed. But . . .
He wanted to see her.
Han's track record with love wasn't necessarily the best. But this thing with Leia-it felt like more than . . . He couldn't quantify it. It just felt more. He'd tried to walk away, more than once. Maybe, if he'd been able to leave Hoth when he'd planned . . .
Han had meant it when he'd told Leia he'd exit her life if she wanted. Of course, that was before he knew Luke and Leia were siblings, before he knew a lot of things. But he'd meant his words. He would have left, not for his own benefit, but for hers. Every other time in Han's life, when he walked away, he did it for himself. But not that time.
Instead of letting him leave, though, she'd come to him.
And Han didn't know if he could let her go again.
Especially not after how much time he'd already lost. He'd been frozen on Bespin and by the time he'd woken up again-blind and disoriented with hibernation sickness-so much time had passed. Leia had loved him for nearly a whole year, and Vader had stolen that year from him. Han wasn't going to let more time slip through his fingers.
Distantly, he became aware that Chewie had been talking to him. Han hooked his leg over the top of the ladder and landed with a thud of his boots on the wooden walkway of the village. "Yeah, buddy?" he asked.
Chewie swung himself up, big arms balancing before he landed fully. He roared, half in amusement, half in discontent at being ignored.
"Sorry!" Han said, throwing up his hands. "I've got things on my mind."
"Oh, am I just a thing?" Leia's voice sliced through Han's brain.
"Hey, now, you don't occupy my every thought, Princes...
