CHAPTER 43
The echoing in the Force was getting closer.
Hope had walked nearly five hundred arns, along corridors with walls as high as the temples of Akiah, past circular rooms from which other passageways branched off, and through airlocks that magically opened for her, as if the ship now considered her part of the crew.
She couldn’t remember the map. After all, she had only seen it for a moment, but she wasn’t worried because she was convinced that she had everything she needed to find him.
Closing her eyes, in the dark of her mind, she could see a light beckoning. A blurry vision, glimmering like molten gold, which expanded and contracted, pulsating like a gigantic heart. Hope was sure that light was Sorran himself, eager as she was for their confrontation.
She arrived in front of
