But all this, he realized, was something he'd learned over the course of years with the Rebellion, years of dealing with the sophisticated technologies and scientific neepery available on Coruscant and its inner worlds.

Jesus fuck, that was disgusting!

The thought was a death-knell to Helen's last hope.

Dick Sparrow appeared carrying a pitcher of stone-fence, a concoction of rum and hard cider, followed by Miriam bearing a tray of glasses. […] Dick passed the pitcher of stone fence and James got speedily and contentedly drunk.