"We don't need heroes, or mythical saviours. We need people. People who don't always do the easy, or right, thing, people who remind us what it means to be sentient, who walk that line between Dark and Light, and get burned while they get saved. People who still come out the other end and say 'I survived.'" Sometimes it's not so easy to see where the Dark ends, and Light begins.

Snippet 7/7 in the 'Let the Light In' Series. True, it was the early hours of the morning, and those hours were unsafe anywhere, never mind Cato Neimoidia. She offered him a small smile, pulling the cards toward her, "I'm waiting for someone, don't worry about me."

Snippet 6/7 in the 'Let the Light In' Series. -Granted, as she realised the rest of her 'dream' had been real, it was no longer ice that ran through her veins, but fire. This was only, of course, until she remember he had to leave. Except he had stayed last night. Ben had stayed.-

Snippet 5/7 in the 'Let the Light In' Series. Nar Shaddaa was a wonderful place to get lost. There was no greater scum-hole in all the galaxy, but the constant noise of all the souls made it the perfect place for a Force user to hide their presence.- [FIXED-For some reason Conviction's body text was here. Now it's back to normal]

Snippet 4/7 in the 'Let the Light In' Series. Do you trust me? Hold onto me! Rey had wanted to believe him. Now she clung to those words as Kylo Ren and a small escort of Stormtroopers marched her back to the detention cells from a meeting with Supreme Leader Snoke.

Snippet 2/7 in the 'Let the Light In' Series. Rey was not often caught disconcerted or thrown, but when she awoke in the morning Rey was abashed to admit that she could not quite discern where she ended, and Ben Solo began.

Snippet 1/7 in the 'Let the Light In' Series. Ben Solo had been desperate indeed and although Rey was averse to admitting it, while she was with Ben like this, she was most certainly desperate too.

Snippet 3/7 in the 'Let the Light In' Series They're always at arms, Kylo and Rey. And Rey has had enough. -There was something to be said for the strength of this wind, if it was able to lift the combatant robes of a Jedi and a Sith. Particularly if they were soaked through with both water, sweat, and bitter blood.-

An AU snippit, where Hatter is an old and eccentric accidental friend

Atton Rand thinks about the Exile, six years after her departure to find Revan. Sadness and hurt ahoy.