I always regarded Drew as my favorite Star Wars author. The Darth Bane trilogy is priceless. Now I'm getting people on this forum ripping on him, one person even saying he's the worst. If he is the worst, then who is good? And WHY is he bad?
The Bane trilogy books are among the worst in the EU.
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As repetitive as it was, I liked the Bane trilogy, though Revan was bad, and it's shame because TOR is probably my favorite era. About the author he is nothing special to me.
He is horrible. Easily one of the worst SW writers. His plots are simplistic and typically revolve around the hero "leveling up", his prose is laughably pedestrian for a novelist, and his characters are paper thin. His only decent novel was PoD but that's because he was able to draw from the far superior Jedi vs Sith comic and could take all the most badass Bane moments.
Revan sort of stained his name imo, He didn't handle characters like the exile quite well, lacked the necessary research and just retconned a great deal of KoTOR, he's not very consistent, however. It was just Revan, I'm on chapter seven of PoD and i find it completely amazing, nice character development, background, fighting scenes, it's great. Bantha has nothing but praise for the fatal alliance novel, His Mass Effect work is absolutely loved by fans of the series, not to mention he did wonders for KoTOR 1. The man is a good writer, maybe it's just me, but even from the little excerpt that I've seen on here, i feel as though he was rushed by the company and had no room for doing what he wanted to do.
He's not the worse writer in SW EU history imo, he just got pushed to release a novel by a certain date.
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People can't say he's the worst writer after seeing what the Bioware peeps are doing with the new update.
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And to be honest, half of the plot of TOR:Revan was directly from Obsidian's dialogue in KotOR2 (Mandalore's Mask quest; Revan goes to find Ancient Sith).
__________________ "There is only Revan. Only he can shape this galaxy as it is meant to be shaped."
HERE THE DARKNESS REIGNS ETERNAL. There is no sun, no dawn; just the perpetual gloom of night. The only illumination comes from jagged forks of lightning, carving a wicked path through angry clouds. In their savage wake thunder shreds the sky, unleashing a torrent of hard, cold rain.
The storm is coming, and there is no escape.
Revan’s eyes snapped open, the primal fury of his nightmare wrenching him awake for the third night in a row.
He lay still and quiet, turning his focus inward to ease the pounding of his heart as he silently recited the opening line of the Jedi mantra.
There is no emotion; there is peace.
A sense of calm settled over him, washing away the irrational terror of his dream. Yet he knew better than to merely dismiss it. The storm that haunted him each time he closed his eyes was more than just a nightmare. Conjured up from the deepest corners of his mind, the storm had meaning. But try as he might, Revan couldn’t figure out what his subconscious was trying to tell him.
Was it a warning? A long-forgotten memory? A vision of the future? All three?
Careful not to wake his wife, he rolled out of bed and went into the refresher to splash some cool water on his face. Catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror, he stopped to study his reflection.
Even now, two standard years after rediscovering his true identity, he still had trouble reconciling the face in the mirror with the man he had been before the Jedi Council had turned him back to the light.
Revan: Jedi; hero; traitor; conqueror; villain; savior. He was all these things and more. He was a living legend; the embodiment of myth and folklore; a figure that transcended history. Yet all he saw staring back at him was an ordinary man who hadn’t slept in three nights.
Fatigue was taking its toll. His angular features had become thin and drawn. His pale skin accentuated the dark circles under eyes that stared back at him from deep hollows.
Bracing a hand on either side of the sink, he slumped his head and let out a long, low sigh, his black, shoulder-length hair falling forward to cover his face like a dark curtain. After several seconds he stood up straight, using the fingers of both hands to sweep his hair back into place.
Moving quietly, he made his way from the refresher and across the small living room of his apartment. He proceeded out onto the balcony, where he stopped and stared out across Coruscant’s endless cityscape.Traffic in the galactic capital never stopped, and he found the constant buzz and blur of shuttles speeding by soothing. He leaned out over the railing of the balcony as far as he could, his eyes unable to pierce the darkness to make out the planet’s surface hundreds of stories below.
“Don’t jump. I don’t want to have to clean up the mess.”
He turned his head at the sound of Bastila’s voice behind him.
She stood at the threshold of the balcony door, the bedsheet draped around her shoulders to ward off the night’s chill. Her long brown hair—
normally pulled back up from her forehead into a bun on top and a short ponytail below—hung loose and sleep-tousled. Her face was only partially illuminated by the glow of the city below, yet he could see her lips pressed into a wry smile. Despite her joking words, he could see real concern etched on her features.
“Sorry,” he said, stepping away from the rail and turning toward her. “Didn’t mean to wake you. Just needed to clear my head.”
Nov 8th, 2014 07:28 PM
