‘Star Wars: The Princess and the Scoundrel’ New Excerpt Comes Out Ahead of Next Week’s Release
StarWars.com has released a brand-new excerpt for Beth Revis’ new novel Star Wars: The Princess and the Scoundrel, which will depict Han and Leia’s marriage shortly after the Battle of Endor. In this new fragment of the book, the couple arrive at the Halcyon starcruiser, the first stop of their honeymoon.
You can check out a segment of the new excerpt here, but make sure to head over to StarWars.com for the full text:
Despite being made of ice, the guest residence Han and Leia were given was luxuriously appointed, warm, and private. From the ground, the cube house looked as if it was perched cockeyed on a tube, much like the precariously warmed kistrozer glasses, but inside, the floor was flat and made of some sort of metal panel that radiated heat. The walls all angled oddly, but the sharp corners allowed prisms of rainbows to glow across the white furnishings. The city resided at the northern pole of Madurs; it would never get fully dark while they were visiting, and the gentle, hazy light cast everything in cool-toned softness.
“It’s not bad,” Han said, shrugging as he sat down on the bed. He leaned back, his boots on the white coverlet until Leia knocked them down.
“What do you think of Prime Minister Yens?” she asked, sitting down in the spot where his feet had been.
Han didn’t bother opening his eyes. “He’s lying.”
“Obviously.” Leia paused, watching a beam of light that cut through the room. “But about what?”
Han raised his hand in the air from his position on the bed, counting down with his fingers. “The black tower. The ruined palaces. The real reason he invited you here. Take your pick.”
Leia frowned, shoving his legs again. “The Empire got here first.”
Han snorted. Not everything had to lead back to the Empire. He didn’t bother arguing with Leia now; he knew she would never see it from his point of view. But little worlds like this, ones that could not only self-sustain but thrive enough to develop their own art and culture—they didn’t want to join any larger government, Imperial or Republic. They just wanted to be left alone.
Han could respect that.
Leia stood up from the bed and headed to the clothing stand in the corner, where two straffle cloaks were draped, waiting for them. They’d been informed that, after a brief respite, the first tour to view the ice fishing and underwater base would begin. Leia tossed one of the cloaks to Han, who let out a breath of air in an audible oof! as the heavy material hit him in the stomach.
“You do realize we don’t have to go, right?” he said, shoving the cloak to the floor.
“Come on, this is our chance to check out that black tower.”
“There’s no way he’s gonna actually take us to see that,” Han said with a snort. “Bet you he’ll take us in the other direction and then give some excuse about how we can’t go there.”
Leia frowned. “Either way, we’re not going to just stay here.”
Han finally sat up. His eyes searched hers. “Do you really think the Empire has some hold here? Sure, that black tower is pretty damning, but Yens made it sound like the Empire came, and they fought them off.”
“A little moon like this can’t just fight off the whole Empire alone.”
Han shrugged. “Could have been more trouble than it was worth. And the Empire was losing its grip.”
“Not a year ago. Not while you—” Leia stopped herself.
But Han knew what she’d been about to say. Not while you were gone. He’d lost a whole year, and within a week of him waking up, both Jabba the Hutt and the Empire were dead. Everything had happened so fast—but not for Leia. Not for anyone who hadn’t been trapped in carbonite.
Star Wars: The Princess and the Scoundrel will be released on August 16th, though pre-order is available now, here. Look forward to our review coming soon!
Miguel Fernández is a Spanish student that has movies as his second passion in life. His favorite movie of all time is The Lord of the Rings, but he is also a huge Star Wars fan. However, fantasy movies are not his only cup of tea, as movies from Scorsese, Fincher, Kubrick or Hitchcock have been an obsession for him since he started to understand the language of filmmaking. He is that guy who will watch a black and white movie, just because it is in black and white.
