The white material of her robe outlined one generous haunch, and he experienced a faint stirring of male interest.
Tales From Jabba’s Palace, p.397
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The white material of her robe outlined one generous haunch, and he experienced a faint stirring of male interest.
Tales From Jabba’s Palace, p.397
Come now, enough rubbernecking, it's time to meet my parents. In fact, how 'bout lunch? The old man's rather fond of a good feed and we can latch on.
Soldier for the Empire, p.59
–Shadows of the Empire (graphic novel)
Kun didn't like his fellow students Crado and Sylvar, catlike lovers from Cathar. He didn't believe that animals–even sentient ones–made good jedi.
The Essential Guide to Characters, p.96
It cannot be; will not. I am I: Dannik Jerriko. I have never failed. I am here for Jabba's soup.
Tales from Jabba’s Palace, p. 337
Ak-Buz, commander of Jabba's sail barge, backed quickly away from the little electric fence around the beignets, dropping the pair of long-nosed nonconductive machinist's pliers he'd used to poke through the current.
Tales from Jabba’s Palace, p.45
“Still, even a duck has to be taught to swim.”
“What’s a duck?” Luke asked curiously.
“Never mind.”
– Star Wars, p.64
Over the whoops of joy from the other stormtroopers, Davin remained quiet. His thoughts were on the little Jawas, and how they were no more.
Tales From the Mos Eisley Cantina, p.270