You want it, don’t you? My review of Lords of the Sith by Paul S. Kemp? Well, you can have it! It’s up at BuzzyMAG. To prepare yourselves, though, you need to pay homage to Sith Girl.
Take a load off, grab a cup of blue milk or whatever, and give this video a watch:
Ah, good times, kickin’ it and deciding to swear allegiance to the Dark Lord. And now you’re ready to read my review. Read it now.
Lords of the Sith promised me a rollicking, bloody adventure best thought of as the PALPATINE AND VADER MURDERBUDDIES ROADSHOW. (In my mind. It’s a twisted place.) This is the sort of gleeful, anticipatory state in which I sat down to read the novel.
And, well, I wasn’t given what I expected. It wasn’t the MURDERBUDDIES ROADSHOW of my dreams. In fact, it’s honestly a testament to how well the book worked that I’m not horribly disappointed.
While the novel opens with a brief stint in Vader’s head, all crippled pain and cybernetics and the Dark Side of the Force, the narrative perspective soon shifts to the actual focus of the story: Twi’lek Cham Syndulla and his freedom fighters, smuggling weapons and plotting for the realization of a free Ryloth.