bitter tales from the galaxy

The common room of Shiraya's Sanctuary was supposed to be a place for Padawans to relax between lessons. At the moment, it had become an arena. Kuhbee sat in the middle of a loose circle of students, surrounded by the crumpled wrappers of an entire pack of chewing gum. His cheeks bulged as he...

Chalacta looked different now. Katarine Ryiah stood among the remains of the New Jedi Praxeum, surrounded by broken stone, scorched walls, and the lingering evidence of the Black Sun attack that had brought the school's first chapter to an abrupt end. The inaugural class had been evacuated...

Kuhbee had decided that being sick was absolutely miserable. The young Wookiee pup lay bundled beneath the blankets of a medical bed inside Shiraya's Sanctuary, his normally energetic little body drained by the Wookiee flu. His fur was warm and slightly damp around his face, his breathing heavy...

There were days when Katarine Ryiah could almost convince herself that she was getting better. Almost. She buried herself in the work because work had always been good at swallowing things like grief, loneliness, rage, men, and trauma. The dead had an irritating habit of staying dead when you...

Kinley Pryse had learned a long time ago that there were two kinds of questions in the galaxy. Questions worth asking, and questions that might interfere with getting paid. What was inside the holocron fell firmly into the second category. Her employer wanted it. The Jedi had it. A truly...