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Canto Bight (Star Wars) Paperback – May 29 2018
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• An honest salesman meets a career criminal as a dream vacation turns into the worst nightmare imaginable, in a story by Saladin Ahmed.
• Dreams and schemes collide when a deal over a priceless bottle of wine becomes a struggle for survival, as told by Mira Grant.
• Old habits die hard when a servant is forced into a mad struggle for power among Canto Bight’s elite, in a tale by Rae Carson
• A deadbeat gambler has one last chance to turn his luck around; all he has to do is survive one wild night, as told by John Jackson Miller.
In Canto Bight, one is free to revel in excess, untouched from the problems of a galaxy once again descending into chaos and war. Dreams can become reality, but the stakes have never been higher—for there is a darkness obscured by all the glamour and luxury.
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About the Author
Rae Carson is the author of the bestselling and award-winning Girl of Fire and Thorns series. Her books tend to contain adventure, magic, and smart girls who make (mostly) smart choices. Originally from California, she now lives in Arizona with her husband.
Mira Grant is the pseudonym of Hugo, Campbell, and Nebula Award-winning author Seanan McGuire.
John Jackson Miller is the New York Times bestselling author of Star Wars: Kenobi, Star Wars: A New Dawn, Star Wars: Lost Tribe of the Sith, and the Star Wars Legends: The Old Republic graphic novel collections from Marvel, among many other novels and comics. A comics industry analyst, he lives in Wisconsin with his wife, their two children, and far too many comic books.
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John Jackson Miller
Vestry clasped both her pairs of hands. “Master Sonmi, you work for the casino. We work for the casino. Exactly who profits from you sitting here alone for another ten hours?” She pointed. “Go home.”
“I don’t have a—”
“Then eat something. But go.”
Kal’s throat went dry as he saw Minn’s hands move toward the undealt cards, ready to dispose of the decks. Please, don’t—
“Oooh, it’s zinbiddle!”
Kal turned to see a diminutive reptilian in a formal black coat, accentuated with a dazzling stellabora lapel bloom. The green-skinned creature flashed a smile so broad it nearly bisected his face as he dropped a fat tray of coins onto the tabletop to Kal’s right. “Deal me in,” he said, hopping up into the chair beside Kal.
Kal stared at the ebullient arrival, mystified, before looking to the dealer, who suspended her cleanup. He told Vestry, “I guess I’m in luck.”
The pit boss stared silently at the players. Kal could swear he saw her mouth form the words, That’s what you think.
“I was at the yacht races,” the newcomer said. “Were you at the yacht races?”
“You should have been at the yacht races.” He offered a chubby green hand. “Dodibin. Dodi for short—but don’t call me that.”
“Don’t call you Dodi?”
“Don’t call me short.” He looked stern for a moment—and then laughed. “And you are Kaljach.”
Lucky guess, he began to say, before remembering his badge. “Kal is fine.” He watched as the Suerton—the species he thought Dodi was—unloaded his chips. Then Dodi pushed a large stack onto the instant-win marker, a side bet the casino covered from its rake.
“That’s a long shot,” Kal said.
“Excellent.” Chipper, Dodi rocked back and forth in his chair as Minn started dealing.
It was no skin off Kal’s nonexistent nose; the side bet was against the house, not him. Though he would have loved to cover it, because there was no greater joy than taking money off someone too stupid to—
Kal gawked. “You got it?”
Dodi flipped up his cards, all in the proper suit and sequence. “Dealt pat.”
Kal hadn’t even looked at his cards yet. He quickly did, and took note of what Dodi had shown, before Minn recovered them all. That was the risk in riding “final station,” the seat on the dealer’s right; Kal saw more cards that way, but occasionally an instant winner would cut a hand short. Fortunately, the odds said that wouldn’t happen very—
“Zinbiddle,” Dodi chirped.
“She’s still dealing the hand!” Kal spouted. Calling early was a dumb move, disqualifying if the hand wasn’t as declared. Unless the fool actually had it?
“Well, what do you know?” Dodi said, overturning his four cards as soon as they’d landed. “I had a feeling.” He’d left his winnings from before on the instant-win marker; he’d won again. Minn went to work exchanging Dodi’s coins for higher-denomination ones.
And now, Kal saw, Vestry was back, keeping a discreet watch from behind Minn. She knew everything, or so she put on. What did she know about this guy?
The good news was Kal was only out two initial stakes, and the decks, if anything, had swung even more into his favor. If a hand ever lasted long enough for him to play, he could start building out his pyramid in pursuit of the progressive. But he was beginning to wonder what he was up against—
—and wondered some more when he heard a voice like Dodi’s, only lower-pitched, from behind. “There you are!”
Kal turned to see another Suerton, looking much like Dodi apart from a few extra centimeters’ height, more pronounced ears, and a necklace of silver ringlets. “Thodi!” Dodi said, hopping off his chair. “Kal, meet Thodi, my brother.”
“I’m the smart one,” Thodi said, and smiled. “At your service.” He glanced at Dodi’s stack on the table. “What are we doing?”
“Winning,” Kal said.
“Well, I know that.” Thodi pushed Dodi. “Step aside for the master, my good chump.”
Dodi resisted. “I was doing fine on my own.”
“I doubt that.”
Minn was befuddled. “Who’s playing, gentlebeings?”
“I was hatched first,” Thodi said. “Ten seconds earlier. Mom said.”
Dodi smirked at Kal. “He always gets me with that.” The slightly younger brother withdrew, and Thodi climbed into the chair. He looked down at Dodi’s winnings. “Oh, now, see, you’re making these silly blind bets again.” He pulled the stacks of coins back from the table and began to sort them. “What you need to do is add up the values of your cards, and bet that. If the number is even, double it. And if it’s prime, you bet your age.”
Wow, Kal thought. That is completely wrong.
“Thodi,” Dodi said, “that is completely wrong.”
“You’re just a gambler,” the elder Suerton said. “Me—I’m a gamer. Watch.”
Thodi played the hand his way—and, in the end, was completely wrong. Kal won some coins, but not many. He must not be that old, Kal thought. But he could live with it. The green guys’ fortunes seemed to dim as the brothers bickered—and that meant the hands lasted longer, giving Kal more data about the decks with every card. And the Ion Barrage chance was ever closer.
This is it! Kal fought to stay calm. Forget the brothers. This was him against fate, months and months of it. This hand, he’d be all in, buying extra draws as necessary to build his pyramid. And then all his problems would be—
“Hi ho!” shouted someone in the aisle.
“Wodi!” the brothers replied in unison. “Over here!”
“What now?” Kal said. He shot an anguished look at Vestry, whose steely reserve had yet to crack. Her eyes were on the aisle, where a Suerton with a bounding gait approached—and then receded, in pursuit of a droid carrying liquid refreshments.
Dodi poked Kal in the ribs. “Wodi, my kid brother. You’ll like him, Kal. Dad used to call him the kind of guy who’d fly all the way to Alderaan if he heard a party was starting.”
“Didn’t Alderaan blow up?”
“Well, Wodi wasn’t responsible.” Dodi pursed his giant lips as Wodi, having scored a tray of beverages, let out a loud whoop. “At least, I don’t think he was. When did it happen?”
- Publisher : Del Rey (May 29 2018)
- Language : English
- Paperback : 400 pages
- ISBN-10 : 0525478760
- ISBN-13 : 978-0525478768
- Item weight : 213 g
- Dimensions : 10.92 x 2.72 x 19.05 cm
- Best Sellers Rank: #457,803 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
- #1,781 in Science Fiction TV, Movie & Video Game Adaptations
- #3,243 in TV, Movie & Game Tie-In Fiction
- #6,343 in Space Opera
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I could have learned everything I needed to know about Canto Bight from the two lines spoken by Rose in the movie, it is a bubble. The playground for the super rich, and once in the life time vacation for tourists, but build on the broken dreams of people who have lost too much or never had enough to leave the place.
It is written by three writer who are new to writing in the Star Wars universe. Then Jason Jackson Miller as a veteran Star Wars writer to finish off the book. Even though I did not like the book as a whole there were part that were ok to good.
Saladin Ahmed’s story to start the book off was ok. I would have given this story 3.5 stars. It is a slow start to a trusting tourist on a dream holiday that is quickly turning into a nightmare courtesy of the seedy residents of Canto Bight.
Mira Grant’s story is so confusing even after finishing I still am not sure what the point of it was. I don’t understand why the two main characters did what they did or what the point of the effect they had on the side characters. 1 star at best.
Rae Carson’s story of a resident masseuse forced fighting back against the “big fish” who will do anything to get what he wants, was ok but a bit too far fetched. Security on Canto is a joke if this is the case. 3 stars.
The final story is about Kal a gambler who meets a trio of brothers who make him question everything he has worked and believes it at the worst possible time. This was one of this and the first story were really the only ones that drew me in towards the end. Still very slow paced though. 3.5 stars.
Really this is the story of the underworld in the world of bright lights, glitz and glamor, a good premise but really nothing was add to release this under the “journey to the Last Jedi” title. I guess I will have to wait 2 years before I find out if any of these stories have any influence on the next movie. Quite disappointed really.
‘The Last Jedi’ failed to provide the wealth and depth of alien worlds that usually characterises Star Wars films. Other than the inside of a prison cell, what was seen of Cantonica ended up being little more than a manic run through Canto Bight. It was a fairly weak effort of worldbuilding and, due to edited/cut material, failed to showcase any of the beauty of Dubrovnik. Therefore, although the stories aren’t particularly memorable, the major plus of this collection is that it, at least, redresses some of the above issues.
Between the four stories we learn something of the political system that governs Cantonica. After the briefest of appearances in ‘The Last Jedi’, the world’s ruler Contessa Alissyndrex Delga, generally referred to as the Countess, gets a few mentions across the collection and actually plays a substantial role in one of the stories. Different levels of society are also reflected in the collection and, as might be expected, there is a considerable amount of content focussed upon Canto Bight’s underworld. The content also expands on the fathier races that are a key element of this society. All this develops Canto Bight providing it with more depth and thus more of a sense of actually being a city.
‘Rules of the Game’ takes a tourist perspective to Canto Bight. It follows the hapless Kedpin Shoklop on his ‘dream’ holiday to Canto Bight where he falls for the Star Wars equivalent of multiple tourist traps. It is a tad on the frivolous, silly side, but in being so it is probably the most entertaining of the four stories.
‘The Wine in Dreams’ is concerned with the trade of expensive goods for the rich and infamous, the high movers of Canto Bight. Essentially it comes from the perspective of a dealer of rare, unique wines as she becomes embroiled in the schemes of some enigmatic twins.
The lead character of the third story is a masseur to rich patrons who embroil him in their plays for power. It is a tale that reveals more of the poverty of Canto Bight and is inspired by the poor children seen in ‘The Last Jedi’ who work looking after the fathiers. It contrasts the two ends of the social scale in the city.
Meanwhile, ‘The Ride’ focusses on the reason for Canto Bight’s existence, gambling. It features struggling gambler, Kal, having to forego his usual tactical approach in favour of blind luck in order to survive the night and pay off his debts. The card games can get a little monotonous but there is generally an amusing touch to it.
I like finding out more about the characters who you may only see a glimpse of in The Last Jedi.
It’s a fun read, and I would recommend to any Star Wars fan.
Yes, that is a bit of a short, childish and overly dramatic opening line, but it sums it up quickly.
I was hoping that this book would repair the damage done by the pointless sequence in The Last Jedi... I was sadly disappointed, again.
Like The Last Jedi, it just wasn’t Star Wars.