"Tales From Jabbas Palace (Kevin Anderson)" - читать интересную книгу автора (Anderson Kevin J)

Jabba the Hutt has many enemies.


Called a "vile gangster" by some, Jabba's criminally gained wealth and
power has placed him in a dangerous position in his guarded citadel under the
twin suns of Tatooine. Though few openly covet Jabba's wealth, this does not
stop them from plotting in secret.


The Lady Valarian, the female Whiphid owner of the Lucky Despot hotel and
casino, is Jabba's chief rival. Hairy and tusk-faced, with a voracious
appetite (some say literally) for males of her species, she keeps a low
profile, planning in the long term.


Prefect Eugene Talmont, stationed in Mos Eisley is the Imperial in charge
of the Tatooine garrison. He hates his backwater assignment and hopes that by
eliminating Jabba he can find a way out of the arid hole where he has landed.
Then there is the mysterious order of B'omarr monks, who originally built the
enormous citadel for their solitude in the desert depths. The monks, wrapped
in their ethereal concerns, seem oblivious to the fact that Jabba--and many
other bandits in the decades before him--usurped their stone fortress. But no
one can know what the quiet, uncommunicative monks are really thinking.


Jabba is always on his guard, but little does he suspect that his
greatest nemesis will come in the form of a single Jedi Knight, who walks in
alone from the desert...


Note: For the reader's convenience, all alien languages have been
translated into Basic. A Boy and His Monster: The Rancor Keeper's Tale

by Kevin J. Anderson

Special Cargo The unidentified ship tore through the brittle atmosphere
of Tatooine with a finger of fire, trailing greasy black smoke. Waves of
sound, sonic booms from the crashing ship, made an avalanche through the air.


Below, the Jawa sandcrawler continued its endless path across the Dune
Sea looking for forgotten scraps of abandoned metal, delicious salvage.
By sheer luck the crawler stood only two dunes away when the plummeting
ship struck the ocean of blind sand and spewed a funnel of dust that glittered
like mica chips under the blazing twin suns.


The pilot of the corroded sandcrawler, Tteel Kkak, stared out the narrow