书名：Star Wars Trilogy星球大战正传三部曲

作者：George Lucas; Donald F. Glut; James Kahn 

出版社名称：Del Rey 

出版时间：2015 

语种：英文 

ISBN：9781101885376 

商品尺寸：10.7 x 3.8 x 19 cm 

包装：简装 

页数：688Star Wars Trilogy收录了《星球大战》的原版三部曲：Star Wars: A New Hope《星球大战：新的希望》、Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back《星球大战：帝国反击战》、Star Wars: Return of The Jedi《星球大战：绝地归来》。

★《星球大战》正传三部曲 ★“星战”电影官方小说 ★英文原版，无删节，无改版 Luke Skywalker dreamed of adventures out among the stars and alien worlds. But when he intercepted a message from a beautiful captive princess, he got more than he had bargained for—and that was how the adventure of his life began... Star Wars: A New Hope《星球大战：新的希望》

这是内战时期。义军的星际飞船从秘密基地出击，对抗邪恶的银河帝国，赢得胜利。 战斗中，义军间谍设法窃取了帝国武器“死星”的秘密设计图。死星是一座装甲太空站，火力足以摧毁整颗行星。 莱娅公主被阴险的帝国特工穷追不舍，她乘坐自己的星际飞船，带着窃取来的设计图，赶回家乡。这些设计图不仅能拯救她的人民，也可恢复银河系的自由…… Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back《星球大战：帝国反击战》 这是义军的黑暗时期。尽管死星已被摧毁，但是帝国军队将义军部队从秘密基地逐出，并在银河系各处追击他们。 为躲避可怕的帝国星际舰队，一群由卢克·天行者率领的自由战士，在偏远的冰雪星球霍斯，建立了一个新的秘密基地。 邪恶尊主达斯•维达一心想找到年轻的天行者，他向银河系广大范围派出了数以千计的远程探测机器人…… Star Wars: Return of The Jedi《星球大战：绝地归来》 卢克·天行者回到他的母星塔图因，想要从卑鄙的恶棍赫特人贾巴手中救出他的朋友汉·索罗。 卢克并不知道，银河帝国已经开始秘密建造一个新的装甲太空站。这太空站甚至比令人恐惧的死星还要强大。 这件武器一旦建成，就意味着这一小股为恢复银河系自由而奋战的义军将注定失败…… 乔治·卢卡斯（George Lucas）是创造全球票房超过40亿美元的科幻电影《星球大战》的导演和制片人。他善于从三、四十年代的流行影片中提取素材，把它们制作成一些具有英雄式冒险经历的影片，受到了年轻人的广泛欢迎。黑马漫画公司获得授权，将《星球大战》改编为漫画出版，在国外取得非常好的销售业绩。

George Lucas’s devotion to timeless storytelling and cutting-edge innovation has resulted in some of the most successful and beloved films of all time, including the Star Wars saga and the Indiana Jones franchise. He has pioneered new digital standards for sophistication in film visuals and sound, and inspired generations of young people to follow their dreams. Donald F. Glut (born February 19, 1944) is a freelance writer and movie director. He wrote some Marvel Star Wars comics, as well as the Star Wars Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back novelization. He has written numerous film and television scripts including the animated series Spider-Man & His Amazing Friends, Transformers, and G.I.Joe. More recently Glut became president of Frontline Entertainment, a producer of B-movies. James Kahn is an American medical specialist and writer, best known for his novelization of Return of the Jedi. Born in Chicago on December 30, 1947, Kahn received a degree in medical studies from the University of Chicago. His post-graduate training, specializing in Emergency Medicine, was completed at USC-LA County Hospital and UCLA. His original work includes three novels in the New World series: World Enough, and Time (1980), Time's Dark Laughter (1982), and Timefall (1987). As well as Return of the Jedi, he wrote the novelizations of the films Poltergeist and Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom. He has also written for well-known television series such as Melrose Place and Star Trek: The Next Generation. He was the producer of Melrose Place from 1996 to 1998. It was a vast, shining globe and it cast a light of lambent topaz into space—­but it was not a sun. Thus, the planet had fooled men for a long time. Not until entering close orbit around it did its discoverers realize that this was a world in a binary system and not a third sun itself.

At first it seemed certain nothing could exist on such a planet, least of all humans. Yet both massive Gl and G2 stars orbited a common center with peculiar regularity, and Tatooine circled them far enough out to permit the development of a rather stable, if exquisitely hot, climate. Mostly this was a dry desert of a world, whose unusual starlike yellow glow was the result of double sunlight striking sodium-­rich sands and flats. That same sunlight suddenly shone on the thin skin of a metallic shape falling crazily toward the atmosphere. The erratic course the galactic cruiser was traveling was intentional, not the product of injury but of a desperate desire to avoid it. Long streaks of intense energy slid close past its hull, a multihued storm of destruction like a school of rainbow remoras fighting to attach themselves to a larger, unwilling host. One of those probing, questing beams succeeded in touching the fleeing ship, striking its principal solar fin. Gemlike fragments of metal and plastic erupted into space as the end of the fin disintegrated. The vessel seemed to shudder. The source of those multiple energy beams suddenly hove into view—­a lumbering Imperial cruiser, its massive outline bristling cactuslike with dozens of heavy weapons emplacements. Light ceased arching from those spines now as the cruiser moved in close. Intermittent explosions and flashes of light could be seen in those portions of the smaller ship which had taken hits. In the absolute cold of space, the cruiser snuggled up alongside its wounded prey. Another distant explosion shook the ship—­but it certainly didn’t feel distant to Artoo-­Detoo or See-­Threepio. The concussion bounced them around the narrow corridor like bearings in an old motor. To look at these two, one would have supposed that the tall, human-­like machine, Threepio, was the master and the stubby, tripodal robot, Artoo-­Detoo, an inferior. But while Threepio might have sniffed disdainfully at the suggestion, they were in fact equal in everything save loquacity. Here Threepio was clearly—­and necessarily—­the superior. Still another explosion rattled the corridor, throwing Threepio off balance. His shorter companion had the better of it during such moments with his squat, cylindrical body’s low center of gravity well balanced on thick, clawed legs. Artoo glanced up at Threepio, who was steadying himself against a corridor wall. Lights blinked enigmatically around a single mechanical eye as the smaller robot studied the battered casing of his friend. A patina of metal and fibrous dust coated the usually gleaming bronze finish, and there were some visible dents—­all the result of the pounding the rebel ship they were on had been taking. Accompanying the last attack was a persistent deep hum which even the loudest explosion had not been able to drown out. Then for no apparent reason, the basso thrumming abruptly ceased, and the only sounds in the otherwise deserted corridor came from the eerie dry-­twig crackle of shorting relays or the pops of dying circuitry. Explosions began to echo through the ship once more, but they were far away from the corridor. Threepio turned his smooth, humanlike head to one side. Metallic ears listened intently. The imitation of a human pose was hardly necessary—­Threepio’s auditory sensors were fully omnidirectional—­but the slim robot had been programmed to blend perfectly among human company. This programming extended even to mimicry of human gestures. “Did you hear that?” he inquired rhetorically of his patient companion, referring to the throbbing sound. “They’ve shut down the main reactor and the drive.” His voice was as full of disbelief and concern as that of any human. One metallic palm rubbed dolefully at a patch of dull gray on his side, where a broken hull brace had fallen and scored the bronze finish. Threepio was a fastidious machine, and such things troubled him.