"MOESTA, KEVIN J. ANDERSON REBECCA - SHADOW ACADEMY" - читать интересную книгу автора (Moesta Rebecca)

Why these nightmares? Why now?

She squeezed her eyes shut and flopped back on her bed with a grunt as
she realized what day it was. This was the day that her grandmother,
Matriarch of the Hapan Royal Household, was sending an ambassador to
visit Tenel Ka, their to the Royal Throne of Hapes. And she didn't want
her friends to know she was a princess. . . .

Ambassador Yfra. Tenel Ka shuddered as she thought of her iron-willed
grandmother and her ambassadors, women who would lie or even kill to
preserve their power-although her grandmother no longer ruled Hapes.
Tenel Ka shook her head in wry amusement. The impen ing visit must be
why she had dreamt of the Nightsisters.

Although the inhabitants of her mother's primitive planet of Dathomir
and her fathees plush homeworld of Hapes were light-years apart, the
parallels between the Hapan politicians and the Nightsisters of Dathomir
were obvious: All were power-hungry women who would stop at nothing to
keep the power they craved.

Tenel Ka levered herself into a sitting position.

She did not relish the idea of meeting with Ambassador Yfra. In fact,
the only positive thought she could muster about it was that her friends
would not be here to observe it. At least Jacen, Jaina, and Lowbacca
would be far away on Lando Calrissian's GemDiver Station before the
ambassador ever arrived. They would not be here to wonder why their
friend, who claimed to be a simple warrior from Dathomir, was being
visited by a royal ambassador from the House of Hapes.

And Tenel Ka was not ready yet to explain that to them.

Well, she couldn't stay in bed any longer. She would have to get up and
face whatever the day had to offer her. The meeting was unavoidable.

"This," she muttered, flinging aside the covers and standing, "is a
fact."

Jaina and Lowbacca sat in the center of Jaina's student quarters
surrounded by a holographic map of the Yavin system.

"That ought to do it," she said. Her straight shoulder-length hair swung
forward like a curtain, partially veiling her face, as she hunched over
to scrutinize the input pad for her holoprojector. She had built the
projector herself, piecing it together from her private stock of used
electronic modules, components, cables, and other odds and ends that she
kept neatly organized in a bank of bins and drawers that filled one wall
of her quarters.