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Star Wars: Catalyst - A Rogue One Novel

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James Luceno
James Luceno

James Luceno is an American author known for his contributions to the Star Wars universe through his expanded fiction works. His novels have been well-received by fans and have earned him numerous awards. more

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“She made her aubergine napoleons, a beautifully layered dish of smoked mozzarella paired with a nutty, millet flour-coated, sautéed eggplant, finished lightly crispy on the outside and velvety smooth on the inside. She peeled her roasted peppers and laid them out with fresh balls of salty mozzarella, cherry tomatoes, fresh basil, and a sprinkle of balsamic vinaigrette. She broke out a mixture of ground beef, veal, and pork for the rosemary and garlic meatballs, fried up in a cast-iron skillet and set swimming in her red-gravy cauldron.”