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Fic Quote meme--Star Wars edition - The Phantom Librarian
Spewing out too many words since November 2003
fernwithy
fernwithy
Fic Quote meme--Star Wars edition
Snagged from kaluptein

Directions: Post a short quote or snippet from each of your own fics, followed by a link.

I have an obscene number of fics. These are the SW ones (at least the completed SW ones, though I think I've forgotten a couple). HP and LotR coming later.


Co-Written fics (quotes from my sections)
But Yoda was shaking his head. "Always real has their love been, but staved off the darkness, it has not. Secure and content in their small world are they, and lost have they become to the greater good, or even the greater truth. A believer, she is. Come to doubt, she will not, unless she is made to see."

"How do we do that?"

"We cannot."[link]


"I just... " She wanted to explain, to try to convey the terror of the nightmare, and the worse terror of waking up alone, but here with him, she could no longer feel fear. She was safe, and her panic seemed silly and insubstantial. "Oh, never mind," she said. "I don't sleep alone well. I wanted to be here. I hope I'm not disturbing you."

"You never disturb me." [link]


She came forward to the chair, looked into those eyes, and smiled. Maybe it was too much oxygen, maybe it was her weariness, maybe it was just wishful thinking, but she was not repulsed by what she was seeing. All she could see was Ani, as he was last night, bone tired from working all day, falling asleep near his pod. Between that tired boy and this ruined man, the man who would be her husband hovered, and she understood that when the time came, she would be glad of it. She reached out and touched his face. [link]

"Anakin Skywalker, stand forward and be judged..." [link]


No one to blame but myself
She had expected the hands to tighten on her arms, possibly to snap a bone like a twig. Instead, his grip became looser, and one hand came up and cradled her face. His thumb ran lightly across her cheekbone. She felt something both soft and sharp under her finger, and realized that her own hand had risen to his wrist, and was skating along the neat crease of his leather glove. She had never stood so close to him before, so close that she could see, behind the deeply tinted eyeguards, the shadowy suggestions of his eyes.[link]


Let her escape, a weary part of his mind whispered, a part that remembered Leia as a child on Alderaan, trusting him against all the wisdom of her elders. It had ended, of course, during the violent raid on Coruscant when her mother had died... but until then, she had been something close to a friend. She is not of interest to you – the boy has already begun his journey – and she possesses no information of interest to the war effort. Let Leia go. Let her be free.[link]


"I'll meditate with you, if you don't object, in a few minutes."

"Sure. It's easier when you're with me."

"Which is why I really should have you learn to do it yourself, but I rather enjoy it, so I'm afraid I've been lax." He gave Anakin a rare, self-deprecating smile. "There are times I almost understand you, Padawan."

Anakin laughed. "Same here." [link]


Binks knelt beside the scar with an odd dignity, then put his hands to his head, and let out an ear-splitting howl. When it faded, he stood, and held out his hands. Luke handed him the vase, and he sat down on the fallen log, cradling it gently. "Yousa gonna be missed," he said softly to it. [link]


Maybe, he thought dreamily, this is trusting in the Force. But he knew better. He knew it because he looked at his quiet hands, stared at the stars outside, made a few notes in his comm-pad, and felt ashamed. [link]


"A secret," Palo mused. "Wonderful. The Emperor's minister wants to share a secret with me. That can't be good for my health." [link]


"Don't let them die." Luke's voice was intense and deep, and his eyes seemed to darken... or maybe that was just a trick of the light. "Please. Promise."

Obi-Wan heard the terrible cry that had come from Amidala when he'd taken Luke from her, saw the moment she'd stolen him back and run away, saw her leaning over him and whispering. He saw all of this in Luke's face now. And he knew that there was only one way to move Luke from this place. "I promise," he said. "I'll take care of them." [link]


He held up a hand, then got slowly to his feet. "Cadets," he said, "something has happened."

It was so close to what Soroby had said just before the fire that it set the littlest ones to crying. Estion didn't stop them.

"There was a battle," he said. "A very bad battle with the Rebels. They said it happened around a place called Yavin."

"Was the Death Star there?" Perup asked, his face grave.

"Yes."

"We didn't win, did we?" [link]


From the corner of her eye, Ivva saw a young man slip down the corridor after the Princess. Perhaps he could save her. Ivva looked down, ashamed. She should have been able to fight for the last symbol of her home, yet she'd stood, and done nothing but survive, just like the first time. [link]


Dad noticed her for the first time. There was nothing momentous about it. In later years, when they were both gone and Owen's young charge pestered him to tell the story, he was always disappointed - no matter how many times he heard it - to learn that there wasn't an orchestra suddenly playing in the town square, or some kind of chorus of voices coming down from the heavens. It was just one person meeting another, and neither of them had any idea that they'd be married within the year. "He's a good boy," Dad said. "That's why I keep him around." [link]


There was real concern in Kenobi's voice, and Anakin noticed that Kenobi's hands were on his arms, pushing him back. He was confused for a moment -- why was Kenobi pushing him? -- but he looked at himself and understood. Kenobi wasn't pushing him; he was catching him. He himself was leaning forward bonelessly. "I'm sorry," he said, embarrassed. "I guess I need to go back to sleep. I'm tired."

"Tell me what you saw."

Anakin shook his head. It wasn't a refusal. He just couldn't think of what to say. "My mother," he muttered. "That's all I know." [link]


He hit the autopilot key on the controls, and dropped to his knees before her. "But we have to decide, Padmé. I can't be with you like this anymore. And you can't do it, either. Either we commit to this or..." He took a sharp breath. "Or we don't see each other at all. I don't think there's an in between for us." [link]


Vader cocked his head toward her. "You would do well to remember your place... and your responsibilities." He nodded significantly down the path, where the rest of Karka's ragtag collection of orphans and misfits was undoubtedly still visible. He looked back at Slither. "This place is forbidden ground, and you are a Jedi."

There wasn't an answer to that. Vader seemed to be talking to himself more than to Slither. Trying to convince himself. This would be the time to beg, to grovel, to plead ignorance. And yet, the fear that had paralyzed Slither seemed suddenly far away. He straightened his back, and forced himself to his feet. "I don't remember it," he said, "but I am what I was." [link] (FFN, beware the pop-ups)


I was haunted by the echo, the unattainable gleam --
Because far inside my heart, I always knew
That you waited somewhere in the dark for me
From the depth of midnight's soul I called you
[link]


Dritali smiled into the darkness. She knew about knights. Mama had told her stories, and the day she had gone into Lichumpam, the commoners had told her even more. Knights used to be everywhere, and whenever someone needed help, she could just say, "Hey, knight!" and, just like magic, there one would be, with a light-sword and determined look on his face. A knight. Or at least someone who thought he was, and that was close enough for Dritali Neral. She resolved to learn everything she could about Lord Vader. [link]


There was a sudden burning in his eyes, a frightening blurring of his vision and a constriction of the muscles in his face and throat, making his already shallow breathing even more difficult. He felt something warm and wet on his cheeks, and wondered if he was bleeding out before he remembered that this was what tears felt like. He tried to turn his face away--it was shameful to cry in front of the twins--but he didn't have enough range of motion, and he could not reach up to cover his face. He closed his eyes so that he wouldn't have to see Leia's scorn. [link]


A long time ago, in a galaxy that never was…

It is a time of exile. As the newly declared Emperor Palpatine consolidates his hold on the Core Worlds, the weak and scattered Resistance has been forced into the lawless territories of the Outer Rim, to wait and hope for a chance a chance to fight. Anakin Skywalker, fleeing the purge of the Jedi knights conducted by Palpatine’s apprentice, has taken refuge with the exiled Amidala and their family on his homeworld of Tatooine. Determined to shield his family from the chaos of war, Anakin has retreated from it as much as he is able. [link]


He was standing alone, on a slight rise near the main part of Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru’s home, watching the sunset. The red of the sky caught in his hair, and the last of the golden light made his face glow.

I have seen him like this before. When?

But she couldn’t place it; it belonged in another world. [link]
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angel_gidget From: angel_gidget Date: June 29th, 2005 02:30 pm (UTC) (Link)
He hit the autopilot key on the controls, and dropped to his knees before her. "But we have to decide, Padmé. I can't be with you like this anymore. And you can't do it, either. Either we commit to this or..." He took a sharp breath. "Or we don't see each other at all. I don't think there's an in between for us."

The link to this fic is broken. Just so you know...
The chosen quotes, however, were fantastic, and brought back a lot of fond memories of the time in my life where I devoured every single one of your sw stories I could find. ^_^
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: June 29th, 2005 03:58 pm (UTC) (Link)
Yeah, it's not broken; the site is just really popular, and ran out of bandwidth for the month. It's "Whatever Comes To Us," and it's also at my FFN profile, I think.
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