flaming june painting

flaming june painting
Dance Me to the End of Love
Evening Mood painting
female nude reclining
But Han concentrated only on carrying out his plan. He knew it would work; ithad to—there was no other choice. Flying more on instinct than on instruments, hesteered his ship through the relentless rain of stone. Glancing quickly at his scannerscreens, he saw that the TIE fighters and the Avengers had not yet abandoned thechase. It would be an Imperial funeral, he thought, as he maneuvered the Falconthrough the asteroid hail. He looked at another viewscreen and smiled as it showed a collision between anasteroid and a TIE fighter. The explosion registered on the screen with a burst oflight. No survivors in that one, Han thought. The TIE fighter pilots chasing the Falcon were among the best in the Empire.But they couldn't compete with Han Solo. Either they weren't good enough, or theyweren't crazy enough. Only a lunatic would have plunged his ship into a suicidaljourney through these asteroids. Crazy or not, these pilots had no choice but tofollow in hot pursuit. They undoubtedly would be better off perishing in thisbombardment of rocks than reporting failure to their dark master.