{"product_id":"from-a-certain-point-of-view-the-empire-strikes-back-star-wars-isbn-9780593157749","title":"From a Certain Point of View: The Empire Strikes Back (Star Wars)","description":"\u003cb\u003eNATIONAL BESTSELLER • Celebrate the legacy of \u003ci\u003eThe Empire Strikes Back\u003c\/i\u003e with this exciting reimagining of the timeless film featuring new perspectives from forty acclaimed authors.\u003c\/b\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOn May 21, 1980, Star Wars became a true saga with the release of \u003ci\u003eThe Empire Strikes Back\u003c\/i\u003e. In honor of the fortieth anniversary, forty storytellers re-create an iconic scene from \u003ci\u003eThe Empire Strikes Back\u003c\/i\u003e through the eyes of a supporting character, from heroes and villains, to droids and creatures. \u003ci\u003eFrom a Certain Point of View\u003c\/i\u003e features contributions by bestselling authors and trendsetting artists: \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e• \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eAustin Walker\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e explores the unlikely partnership of bounty hunters Dengar and IG-88 as they pursue Han Solo.\u003cbr\u003e• \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eHank Green\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e chronicles the life of a naturalist caring for tauntauns on the frozen world of Hoth.\u003cbr\u003e• \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eTracy Deonn\u003c\/i\u003e \u003c\/b\u003edelves into the dark heart of the Dagobah cave where Luke confronts a terrifying vision.\u003cbr\u003e• \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eMartha Wells\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e reveals the world of the Ugnaught clans who dwell in the depths of Cloud City.\u003cbr\u003e• \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eMark Oshiro\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e recounts the wampa's tragic tale of loss and survival.\u003cbr\u003e• \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eSeth Dickinson\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e interrogates the cost of serving a ruthless empire aboard the bridge of a doomed Imperial starship.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003ePlus more hilarious, heartbreaking, and astonishing tales from:\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTom Angleberger, Sarwat Chadda, S. A. Chakraborty, Mike Chen, Adam Christopher, Katie Cook, Zoraida Córdova, Delilah S. Dawson, Alexander Freed, Jason Fry, Christie Golden, Rob Hart, Lydia Kang, Michael Kogge, R. F. Kuang, C. B. Lee, Mackenzi Lee, John Jackson Miller, Michael Moreci, Daniel José Older, Amy Ratcliffe, Beth Revis, Lilliam Rivera, Cavan Scott, Emily Skrutskie, Karen Strong, Anne Toole, Catherynne M. Valente, Django Wexler, Kiersten White, Gary Whitta, Brittany N. Williams, Charles Yu, Jim Zub\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eAll participating authors have generously forgone any compensation for their stories. Instead, their proceeds will be donated to First Book—a leading nonprofit that provides new books, learning materials, and other essentials to educators and organizations serving children in need. To further celebrate the launch of this book and both companies’ longstanding relationships with First Book, Penguin Random House will donate $100,000 to First Book and Disney\/Lucasfilm will donate 100,000 children’s books—valued at $1,000,000—to support First Book and their mission of providing equal access to quality education.“An A+ list of today’s best sf\/f writers explore the inner reaches of a galaxy far, far away, which is sure to appeal to sf readers and \u003ci\u003eStar Wars\u003c\/i\u003e fans alike.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003eSeth Dickinson\u003c\/b\u003e is the author of \u003ci\u003eThe Traitor Baru Cormorant,\u003c\/i\u003e the forthcoming \u003ci\u003eExordia,\u003c\/i\u003e and many short stories. Seth has also written lore for \u003ci\u003eDestiny\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eGodfall\u003c\/i\u003e and designed the open-source space opera \u003ci\u003eBlue Planet\u003c\/i\u003e. The use of the Force to interfere in the secular universe is inevitably corrupting, so all light-side Force users either become petty police or withdraw into Taoist meditation in search of absolute truth. This leaves the use of the Force as a political power to malevolent dark-side adepts, who can only be resisted by their light-side counterparts. The attempt to find a just yet enlightened resolution to this paradox is the heart of \u003ci\u003eStar Wars\u003c\/i\u003e. Seth dreams of becoming a muscular yet small-brained deepwater fish.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eHank Green\u003c\/b\u003e is the #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eAn Absolutely Remarkable Thing\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eA Beautifully Foolish Endeavor\u003c\/i\u003e. He’s also the CEO of Complexly, a production company that creates educational content, including Crash Course and SciShow, prompting \u003ci\u003eThe Washington Post\u003c\/i\u003e to name him “one of America’s most popular science teachers.” Complexly’s videos have been viewed more than two billion times on YouTube. Hank and his brother, John, are also raising money to dramatically and systematically improve maternal health care in Sierra Leone, where, if trends continue, one in seventeen women will die in childbirth. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eR. F. Kuang\u003c\/b\u003e is the Nebula, Locus, and World Fantasy award nominated author of \u003ci\u003eThe Poppy War\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eThe Dragon Republic \u003c\/i\u003e(HarperVoyager). She has an MPhil in Chinese studies from the University of Cambridge and is currently pursuing an MSc in contemporary Chinese studies at Oxford University on a Marshall Scholarship. She also translates Chinese science fiction to English. Her debut \u003ci\u003eThe Poppy War\u003c\/i\u003e was listed by \u003ci\u003eTime\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eThe Guardian\u003c\/i\u003e as one of the best books of 2018 and has won the Crawford Award and Compton Crook Award for Best First Novel.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eMartha Wells\u003c\/b\u003e has been an SF\/F writer since her first fantasy novel was published in 1993, and a \u003ci\u003eStar Wars\u003c\/i\u003e fan since she saw \u003ci\u003eA New Hope\u003c\/i\u003e in the theater in 1977. Her work includes The Books of the Raksura series, \u003ci\u003eThe Death of the Necromancer\u003c\/i\u003e, the Ile-Rien trilogy, The Murderbot Diaries series, media tie-ins for \u003ci\u003eStar Wars\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eStargate: Atlantis\u003c\/i\u003e, as well as short fiction, YA novels, and nonfiction. She was also the lead writer for the story team of Magic: The Gathering’s Dominaria expansion in 2018. She has won a Nebula Award, two Hugo Awards, and two Locus Awards, and her work has appeared on the Philip K. Dick Award ballot, the BSFA Award ballot, the\u003ci\u003e USA Today\u003c\/i\u003e bestseller list, and the \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestseller list.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eKiersten White\u003c\/b\u003e is the \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling, Stoker Award–winning author of many books, including the And I Darken trilogy, the Slayer series, the Camelot Rising trilogy, and \u003ci\u003eThe Dark Descent of Elizabeth Frankenstein\u003c\/i\u003e. She owns a perfectly reasonable number of lightsabers, and sometimes even lets her kids play with them.\u003cb\u003eEyes of the Empire\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eKiersten White\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Pick any of the last ten transmissions you’ve looked at. You have to live there for the rest of your life. Where are you?” Lorem said, her voice ringing through the small processing room where they all worked.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMaela admired how Lorem could multitask, sorting through data while keeping up a steady stream of chatter.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDirjo Harch did not admire it. “Just do your job.” He deleted whatever he was looking at on his screen and pulled up the next data packet. Maela wished they could work individually. Or better yet, in small groups. She’d pick Lorem for her group. And Azier. So really, she’d make a group that was everyone except Dirjo, with his sour expressions and his pinched personality.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I am doing my job,” Lorem said, chipper as always. Sometimes she wore her cap at a jaunty angle over her dark curls. Just enough to be off dress code, but not enough to give Dirjo an excuse to report her. Maela liked the uniform, liked what it meant. That she was here. That she did it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA light flashed near Maela’s face and she flipped the switch, accepting an incoming transmission and adding it to the ever-growing queue. She had spent so long with the Vipers, infinite rows of them, round domes and legs like jointed tentacles. She used to stare into their blank black eyes and wonder where they would go. What they would see.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNow she saw everything.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“But while I’m doing my job,” Lorem continued, and Dirjo’s shoulders tensed, “I don’t see why we can’t have some fun. We’re going to be looking through a hundred thousand of these transmissions.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAzier leaned back, stretching. He rubbed his hands down his pale face, clean-shaven, wrinkled. Maela suspected working on the Swarm transmission recovery and processing unit was a demotion for him, though she didn’t know why. Dirjo and Lorem were just starting their Imperial service, like her.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Lorem, my young friend,” Azier said in the clipped, polished tones of the Empire, the ones Maela was still trying to master to hide that she came from somewhere else, “the man we report to is serving on the Executor as part of Lord Vader’s Death Squadron. Do you really think fun is a priority for any of them?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLorem giggled, and even Maela had to smile. Dirjo, however, scowled, turning his head sharply. “Are you criticizing Lord Vader?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAzier waved a hand dismissively. “They’re bringing death to those who would threaten the Empire. I lived through a war none of you remember or understand. I have no desire to do it again. And Lorem, to answer your question, I’d rather stay in this floating tin can forever than visit any of the forsaken rocks our probe droids are reporting from.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Not a hundred thousand,” Maela said softly.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“What?” Lorem asked, turning around in her chair to give her full attention to Maela.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Project Swarm sent out a hundred thousand. But some won’t make it to their destinations. Some will crash and be incapable of functioning after. Some might land in environments that make transmission impossible. If I had to guess, I’d say we’ll receive anywhere from sixty-five thousand to eighty thousand transmissions.” Vipers were tough little wonders, and their pods protected them, but still. Space was vast, and there were so many variables.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“In that case,” Lorem said, grinning, “we’ll be done by the end of the day. And then we can decide which planet we’ll live on forever! Though none of my prospects are good. You’re from the Deep Core, aren’t you? Any footage from your planet so we can add it to our potential relocation list?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMaela turned back to her own work. Her accent attempts hadn’t been as good as she thought, after all. “No footage. We didn’t send droids to Vulpter.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAzier snorted a laugh.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Why?” Lorem asked. “Why is that funny?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDirjo hit a button harder than necessary. “Half the probe droids we have are made on Vulpter. Back to work.” His tone was brusque, but he looked appraisingly at Maela. “You came from the manufacturing side. I would like to speak about it, sometime.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMaela went back to her screen. She knew this work wasn’t sought-after. That it was either washouts like Azier or those who hadn’t managed to climb up the ranks yet like Dirjo. But she had specifically requested it and had no desire to move elsewhere in the Empire’s service. She slipped her hand into her pocket and rubbed the smooth, rounded surface of a probe droid’s main eye. How many times had she traced these eyes, longing to see what they saw? Imagined flinging herself through the reaches of space alongside them to uncover sights untold?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd now here she was. As close as she could get. The fates and visions of tens of thousands of probe droids at her fingertips. It was an actual dream come true.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor her, at least.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“No,” her mother said, not bothering to take off her mirrored goggles. “Absolutely not.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMaela felt the pout taking over her face, which made her angry. She was past pouting age, and definitely past being teased for the way her lips refused to allow her to hide any emotions.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“It’s not fair,” she said, gesturing at the prototype her mother was tinkering with. “There’s so much out there, and they see everything, and all I see is this factory.” Maela leaned close, looking at her distorted reflection in the probe droid’s main eye. She knew it wasn’t an eye, not really, but she always thought of it that way. She would walk down the lines of droids, hanging like fruit from mechanical vines, making certain she saw herself in every single eye. That way, when they went out into the galaxy, flung to places and planets she would never visit, at least part of her would be taken. A ghost in her mother’s machines.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“You think you’ll see so much, working for the Empire?” Her mother made a face like she had a bad taste in her mouth. “You don’t want any part of them.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“How can you say that?” Maela threw her hands in the air, astounded at her mother’s hypocrisy. “You work for them!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I do not work for them. I design and manufacture droids. Which is not an easy business to be in after the Clone Wars.” She sighed, leaning back and running her hands through her wild curls. They were more gray than black now, and Maela knew beneath the goggles she’d see the fine lines of age slowly claiming all the skin around her mother’s eyes. “This is what I’m good at. It’s what keeps our family safe.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“And keeps us locked up here on this lifeless planet in this lifeless factory!” Maela kicked the table, and the prototype parts went skittering away. “At least if I were working with the Empire, I’d be doing something.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Yes,” her mother said, in a tone like a door sliding shut. “You would be doing many things.” She walked away, leaving Maela alone with the metal that was not yet a droid.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMaela picked up the eye and stared at her reflection. She didn’t want to be a ghost, a memory, a prisoner. The eye fit perfectly in her pocket, tucked alongside the decision Maela had made. She would send herself out into the galaxy, flung to new and unknown destinations by the same Empire that claimed these droids.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMaela’s eyes were grainy, so dry she could hear her eyelids click when she blinked. She didn’t know how long she had been watching footage, dismissing transmissions that offered no useful information. The others had wandered out at some point, to eat or sleep, she didn’t know.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe didn’t need her mother’s droids to carry her ghost into the galaxy, because she was connected to them now. They were at her fingertips, and she stared out through them at countless new sights. She was everywhere.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePlants as tall as buildings, towering overhead, glowing in colors human eyes couldn’t have discerned. Desertscapes so barren she could feel her throat parching just looking at them. A depthless ocean, eyes and teeth and fins exploring her as she sank into darkness. World after world after world, and she was seeing them all.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe was so blinded by the infinite white ice of the newest planet that she almost missed it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Someone made those,” she whispered, tracing the even, symmetrical mounds rising out of the snow. They were metal, and, according to the droid, they were generating power. Which meant they were being used. But before she could make the connection active and direct the droid, the screen flashed and then the feed was dead.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHer droid had self-destructed. Which could only mean it had been attacked. Maela’s heart began racing. This was it. 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