1. "Yap, yap little dog."
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Quote by Paul S. Kemp
2. "Most people who deal in words don't have much faith in them and I am no exception--especially the big ones like Happy and Love and Honest and Strong. They are too elusive and far too relative when you compare them to sharp, mean little words like Punk and Cheap and Phoney. I feel at home with these, because they're scrawny and easy to pin, but the big ones are tough and it takes either a priest or a fool to use them with any confidence."
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Quote by Paul S. Kemp
3. "The Elvish language had a word that perfectly expressed his feeling: Vaendin-thiil, which meant fatigued by life’s dark trials."
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Paul S. Kemp, Twilight Falling
4. "Strong emotions serve only to slow effective action."
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Paul S. Kemp, Riptide
5. "A memory stabbed him, as sharp as a blade. He’d floated alone in an escape pod over Ryloth once, spinning high over its surface, after crashing a cruiser into a droid control ship. Another name bobbed up and broke the surface of the sea of memory. Ahsoka. He’d called her Snips sometimes. He pushed the errant recollection aside and focused on his task."
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Paul S. Kemp, Lords of the Sith
6. "The Emperor said, My name is Krataa, and this—he gestured at Vader—is Irluuk."
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Paul S. Kemp, Lords of the Sith
7. "She stared up at Vader, unafraid."I hate you and everything you stand for" she said."But when I murdered, I murdered out of love" Vader raised his blade, his breathing loud and steady. When he spoke, his voice was as deep and hollow as a funeral gong. "I know precisely what you mean" he said and slashed."
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Paul S. Kemp, Lords of the Sith
8. "An apprentice was unquestioningly loyal until the moment he wasn't. Both Master and apprentice knew this."
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Paul S. Kemp, Lords of the Sith
9. "the scarred face of a clone, the features an echo of so many faces from Vader’s past. Rex. Cody. Fives. Echo. The roster of names moved through Vader’s mind, each of them a trigger for a memory, each of them a ghost from his past."
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Paul S. Kemp, Lords of the Sith
10. "Vader completed his meditation and opened his eyes. His pale, flame-savaged face stared back at him from out of the reflective black transparisteel of his pressurized meditation chamber. Without the neural connection to his armor, he was conscious of the stumps of his legs, the ruin of his arms, the perpetual pain in his flesh. He welcomed it. Pain fed his hate, and hate fed his strength. Once, as a Jedi, he had meditated to find peace. Now he meditated to sharpen the edges of his anger."
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Paul S. Kemp, Lords of the Sith