
Star Wars
Painted after Ralph McQuarrie
James Kahn's 1983 novelization. A gangster's palace, a rescue that costs a carbonite year, a second battle station built as bait, and a forest moon full of small allies. It ends with an emperor goading a son to kill his father, and the father choosing the son instead. Kahn writes the inside of Vader's head, which the film never could.
The throne room is McQuarrie's: the great round window over the reactor shaft, the fleet battle burning silently beyond it while two men duel in the dark, was his geometry before it was a set. So were the walkers among redwoods and the half-built station hanging in its scaffold.
The trilogy also ends where his paintings began it — this cycle closes a loop the 1976 plates opened.
The window. Every throne-room plate keeps the battle OUTSIDE the glass — silent, distant, decorative — because that is the scene's whole cruelty. And Endor's scale: the trees are drawn as the giants, the machines as intruders among them.