REVIEW: House of Zeor

n13796Jacqueline Lichtenberg has played a big part in the lives of science fiction fans. Not just creative fans who write fan fiction or produce their own media content, though she is a pioneer of fan fiction as we know it now, but also of any fan who now enjoys the organized chaos that is Fandom, as experienced at conventions or on the Internet. But let me tell it to you as I lived it. Do I ever tell it any other way?

In 1973, I was eight years old and a huge Star Trek fan. It was always on television, usually twice a day. Except for a brief dry spell when an episode about possession called “The Lights of Zetar” scared me so badly that I could neither eat nor sleep for a while, I watched it faithfully. My brother had been a fan even longer. He was, after all, eight years old when the show premiered. I was just a baby at the time, so I had to catch up later. I still remember the night I discovered, on my brother’s book shelf, seven paperbacks labeled Star Trek 1 – 7. They contained short prose renderings of the episodes by noted SF author and critic James Blish. My favorite show? In book form? I was hooked. For several years, I read nothing but Blish’s Star Trek and Greek Mythology. Hadn’t yet discovered comic books.

Star_Trek_Lives!,_BantamI bought Trek volumes 8 – 11 as they came out. Somewhere in there, Bantam, the publisher, released something called Star Trek Lives. It had the cover art from most of the Blish novels on it, so I bought it. I wasn’t sure what it was. It wasn’t short stories. It wasn’t a novel. At that age, I wasn’t too big on tearing into a non-fiction book that was over 200 pages long, but I skimmed. A section titled “Do it yourself Star Trek” sounded interesting. I read that. It seemed that a lot of people–adults, not just kids!–liked Star Trek so much that they were writing their own stories and publishing them in things called fanzines. I was fascinated. There were also clubs, and some things called “conventions.” That was a big word, and very daunting. I hadn’t a clue what it meant, but gosh it sounded important. And there was an organization, the Star Trek Welcommittee, which helped fans keep track of where all this stuff happened, when it happened, and how you could be part of it. Jacqueline Lichtenberg was a co-author of the book, an author of a lot of that “do it yourself Star Trek,” and founder of said Welcommittee.

Flash forward a few years, because I did discover comic books, and they consumed my imagination for a while. I did write some of that “do it yourself” fiction–a lot of it!–between third and ninth grade, but it was largely focused on the Justice League of America, the Legion of Super-Heroes, and an upstart show called Space:1999. I recall trying to write some Avengers and X-Men, but they were a little above the level of someone my age. I started a Star Trek / Space:1999 crossover, but never got beyond the outline stage. (In case you’re curious, the Moon, was going to drift into the Delta Triangle with the Alphans in suspended animation, where the Enterprise would find it after being catapulted there by a resurrected Gary Mitchell. That’s all I remember. I drew a lot of concept sketches. If you don’t know what the Delta Triangle is, you need to put yourself on a self-study course in remedial Trek history, which includes the Animated series.) None of this was ever read by anyone outside a circle of two or three teachers and friends.

It wasn’t until Star Trek was resurrected and then re-resurrected by Harve Bennett and Nick Meyer with The Wrath of Khan that I got serious about this fan fiction business, as I’ve recently chronicled. When I did get serious, I had to figure out where I could send this stuff to have it included in a zine, or, publishing it myself, how I could let people know it existed. I remembered, several years before, reading about something called a Welcommittee. Did it still exist? Why yes it did. It advertised regularly in Starlog. (I think! Maybe it was listed in the Best of Trek books? I read all those, too.) I wrote to the Welcommittee and got a copy of their latest newsletter, as well as a guide about writing, publishing and buying fanzines which was written by Judith Segal. The Welcommittee newsletter helped me find cons to attend, zines to submit to and generally catapulted me into Trek Fandom proper.

Somewhere in there, I sent some of my fan fiction to Judy. She was very friendly and encouraging to me, sending me a critique and giving me solid advice about developing fiction. On the whole, Trek fans and the creative community among them seemed like a group of very nice, very encouraging people. Even as a teen, I appreciated that efforts of people like Jacqueline, who had taken the time to not only build an established Fandom around their favorite TV show, but to create ways in which new fen could join the party.

A couple of years later, in the college bookstore (where I went pretty much daily–it had a fantastic selection of SF books!) I found a book called Channel’s Destiny, but Jean Lorrah, who’d written a really enjoyable Trek novel about Sarek and Amanda, and Jacqueline Lichtenberg. I figured I’d enjoy it, but, for some reason, I never read it. Over the course of the next almost thirty (ulp!) years, I became aware that Jacqueline had created her own universe, people by the Simes, the Gens and the Channels. She’d written many books in that series, and all those I knew in the Trek and fan fic communities had great respect for them. They were on my mother-in-law’s shelves, and spent several years in my house, while her home was in transition and after her death. They went on to her sister, me still not having read them.

I was also aware that my friend Martha, founder of a filk group called The Omicron Ceti Three, had written at least one song inspired by the Sime-Gen series. (Again, if you don’t know what filk is, remedial course. Seriously.) It was because of Martha’s song that I finally read some of Jacqueline’s works of fiction. You see, because I had started a web site archiving the fanzine Contact, my mother-in-law’s significant contribution to fannish history, Jacqueline was referred to me as someone who could put her in touch with Martha, a major contributor to Contact. She wanted to discuss the use of Martha’s song “Two Kinds of Man” in marketing a game based on her still-thriving series. In the course of this discussion, I was reminded that I’d never read the work of this important figure in a movement in which I’ve spent over thirty years of my life actively participating.

zeor1 - mockup3 - whiteI searched out her website, simegen.com, where I was able to read her first Trek story set in the Kraith universe. (I’ve since discovered I actually have the first collected volume she published, back in the 1970s.) That was well-written and thought-provoking; so, in keeping with my quest to discover good books that were published before Twilight and Harry Potter, I sought out House of Zeor, the first volume in the Sime-Gen series. I just finished it this weekend.

The story is set on earth centuries in the future. The human race as we know it no longer exists. It has been replaced by two new offshoots, the Simes and the Gens. The Gens are almost–almost!–like we are today. Their bodies, however, produce selyn, a substance which is the quintessence of their life force. Drain it all from their bodies, and they die. The Simes are a bit more exotic. In addition to the usual human limbs, they have tentacles ensheathed on their forearms. These are wonderful for manipulating things in ways that regular hands cannot, but they are primarily intended to be used as collectors, harvesting selyn from the only source available: Gens. When a Sime feeds off a Gen, the Gen dies. If the Sime doesn’t get selyn, the Sime dies.

It sounds a bit like a vampire analogy at first, but it’s not that simple. There are also Channels, Simes who are capable of siphoning off selyn from Gens without killing them, and then sharing it with other, non-Channel Simes. Channels are the key to a possible future cooperation between the two races, and, indeed, it’s a cooperation which must happen. Zelerod, a Sime mathematician, has run the numbers and concluded that, at the current rate of breeding and consumption, there will eventually be no more Gens to feed from, and all of humanity will die out.

The action gets off to a running start: Hugh Mallory is a Gen detective, assigned to find a government official who’s been kidnapped in a raid by Simes. The official, Aisha, happens to also be the woman he’s in love with. Hugh is working a police job only as a living, until retirement. By calling he’s an artist, and Aisha is his model and his muse. In order to get safely into Sime territory and search for Aisha, he’s got to work with an actual Sime. He’s introduced to Klyd Farris of Householding Zero. Klyd is a Channel on a mission to bring about an era of peace and symbiosis between Simes and Gens. Because the kidnapping of Aisha could lead to the fall of the Gen government, hindering his efforts, he agrees to take Hugh with him and find her. Neither of them is wild about this idea.

So it’s a buddy cop story where one cop is a vampire? No, again, it’s not that simple. Rather than Hugh and Klyd learning to tolerate and trust each other well enough to work together, stop the bad guy and save the girl, Hugh actually becomes immersed in Klyd’s householding, their lives become intertwined, they become family. We learn there are several householdings, all led by Channels, where Simes and Gens live together in peace because the Channels allow the Simes to feed without killing the Gens. We also learn that Hugh’s mother is a Gen slave who escaped Sime territory many years passed, so he knows a bit more about the culture than he sometimes lets on.

I was struck by the strong feel this book has of true Seventies SF. There was no other time quite like the Seventies for SF, when the stories combined powerful hope for the future and a sense of morality with a bleakness and a grittiness that brought a sense of reality. I was (and still am) a huge fan of Logan’s Run in all its incarnations, and House of Zeor made me nostalgic for the short-lived TV series (story edited by Trek’s DC Fontana) in the way it put a stranger (Hugh) in a strange land (Zeor) and let him discover it in a relatively gentle way, evoking a real sense of peace and a sincere quest for knowledge.

But this story is not all nostalgia. I found its topics still relevant, now, perhaps, in ways Jacqueline didn’t have in mind as she wrote it. The Channels, Simes who don’t want to kill Gens, are considered “Perverts” by both other Simes and Gens. Not too many works of the period were so forward-thinking as to cast the people who are clearly the good guys in such a role, using a completely negative term like “pervert” to refer to them again and again. Of course, now we’re very accustomed to hearing people who are trying to change the world for the better called “perverts.” Sadly, that’s the response of some of us to attempts to update marriage customs to allow two people of the same sex to be wed. For us today, there’s a very clear gay marriage analogy. But this was written at a time when the word “gay” had just come into use, and there was quite a battle to attach any sort of a positive meaning to it in the minds of the non-gay segment of the public. Acceptance of homosexuality itself was just working its way into public consciousness. It would be decades before the time would be ripe to talk about marriage equality.

Indeed, the story skirts around the topic of homosexuality. There’s a brief mention of it among the Simes, and we’re led to believe it’s tolerated, but no more. Interestingly, in order to complete selyn transfer, the Sime and the Gen must touch at five points: two tentacles to the left arm, two to the right arm, and mouth to mouth. Since most of the transfers are between men, there’s an automatically homoerotic context, but it’s explained that there is nothing sexual about this kiss. That’s not to say that it doesn’t explore the elements of love and friendship, even family ties, between men. Trek fan fiction has a long history of delving into those themes, and it shows here.

I appreciated the texture of the Sime and Gen cultures as we learned about them. There’s a North / South dichotomy established, such as existed during the War Between the States. Klyd tells Hugh: “We have photography, fertility drugs, some rudimentary electronics, and a certain expertise in chemistry. You have industries based on mass production, mathematical sociology, and assorted fundamental attitudes totally lacking with us.” The quote reminded me of the differences between the industrial Union and the agrarian Confederacy. It adds to the sense of realism in the story. (The welcome Hugh receives among the Simes also reminded me of an old children’s book, Rifles for Watie, in which the young protagonist is received into the enemy camp and met with unexpected kindness. Such golden-rule-based treatment serves to undermine the spirit of war.)

This is a short novel, and clearly there is much backstory: Hugh’s past and the Gen experience in Sime territory, Klyd’s marriage to a Gen, and how it came to be, the nature of the Gen government… all of these are touched on, but there’s no time to explore them. It’s evidence of an author who put a lot of thought into creating a fully realized world. It’s also a good way to encourage further readership. Fortunately for the so-encouraged, I’m told there are eleven more volumes in the series, and the creators are still going strong.

Contact 04

SeContact04Coverptember, 1977. Star Trek had been off the air for eight years. A movie was still over two years away. Papers had announced the development of Star Trek: Phase II, a series which never happened and which, surprisingly, the Contact crowd, so close to the center of Fandom, was apparently unaware. At least Bev swore up and down in the 1990s that she’d never heard of the show, and would have remembered if Roddenberry had used the name of her Trek sequel for his own.

At this point, Bev and Nancy seemed to have hit a creative wall. They announce in their editorial that there may be no Contact 5. They apparently felt in a rut, dismissed as a “get em” zine (a serious charge for fan fiction in the 1970s!) and even unsupported by fans and fellow creators who weren’t sending them the diversity of material they felt they needed. They felt there was too much torture, too much Hurt-Comfort, in their pages. It’s a point all creators seem to reach. As the historical drama of Contact unfolds, it’s heartening to know it didn’t stop Bev and Nancy. They still had years and issues ahead of them.The cover is designed and drawn by Russ Volker, probably one of his most striking designs. The table of contents page lists a half dozen fan fiction legends, not even counting the editors.

This issue contains “The Rack,” a piece by J. Emily Vance which is billed in Bev’s and Nancy’s notes and in other sources as the first “response fic,” the first story to be written in response to discussions happening in Fandom. Ripped from the headlines, as it were. The discussion was whether or not Kirk and Spock were, in fact, lovers. “The Rack” speculates (horribly) on what impact such discussions can have on the lives and careers of real people. No one had heard of J. Emily Vance before. In fact, “she” didn’t exist. The name was a corrupted anagram of parts of the names of the three actual authors: “J Em” for Martha J. Bonds, “ily V” for Bevily Volker, and “ance” for Nance-y Kippax.

Here are the links to the PDF and CBZ files.

Contact04.pdf
Contact04.cbz

This issue contains:

BACK WHERE HE BELONGS (poem) by Crystal Ann Taylor; illo by Laurie Huff
THE ONLY OTHER THING (story) by Ginna Lacroix; illo by Merle Decker
THE CHALLENGE (poem) by Nancy Kippax; illo by Russ Volker
BORN OF ASHES (novella) by Martha J. Bonds; illos by Pat Stall
MOVING (poem) by Pete Kaup; illo by Kathy Carlson
INTERLUDE (poem) by Bev Volker; illo by Judd
THE WRITING CONTEST: THE WINNERS
SITUATION HELP by Karen Moody
THE SADISTS by Sheila Clark
END RESULT by Shirley S. Maiewski
NEW CONTEST
THE CHANGELING (poem) by Martha J. Bonds; illo by Kathy Carlson
SUN GOD AND SHADOW (poem) by Amy Falkowitz; illo by Signe Langdon
THE HUNGER IN THE MOUNTAIN (story) by Jennifer Weston; ilLos by Leslie Fish
THE NATURE OF LOVE (poem) by Martha J. Bonds
R’VAMO (poem) by Susan K. James; illo by Signe Landon
THE REAL THING (story) by S. Schildknecht & M. Bonds
REVOLUTIONS (poem) by B. J. Volker; illo by Signe Landon
SENSORY PERCEPTION (poem) by Carolyn Venino; illo by Merle Decker
THE RACK (novella) by J. Emily Vance illos by Alice Jones
SO CONSTANT THE CHANGE (poem) by Beverly Volker
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Prometheus + Firebringer = One MILLION Downloads!

Sometime earlier today or last night, downloads of our combined podcast feeds for Prometheus Radio Theatre, plus our Firebringer titles at PodioBooks.com, hit the One-Million mark. While we’re sure a lot of our colleagues out in podcast-land hit this milestone long ago, we’re pretty excited. We don’t know which show or chapter was the one millionth, but we do know that our single “best-selling” download is Steve’s reading of “The God of Tarzan,” and our most-downloaded work is still Taken Liberty. These numbers don’t include any of the audio we’ve provided to libraries, or to BooksAMillion.com, or the stats for Badge of Infamy via LibriVox; so our actual numbers are even higher. Thanks for listening, please keep listening, and tell, maybe, another million friends!

Review – Uncanny Avengers #5

uncanny-avengers-5I’ve made no secret of the fact that I’m not much of a fan of modern comics. I don’t like the pace of the storytelling, where everything is so obviously plotted to fill a six-or-twelve-issue trade. Often nothing significant happens in a single month’s issue, and even more often, the thirty-day wait between issues in which the plotting is more suited to a daily soap opera causes me to forget what happened before, and I lose the thread of the story entirely. This is intentional, I’m sure. Comics publishers want buyers to pick up the individual issues to stuff in bags and collect, and save reading for the trade paper edition, which they think we’ll also buy. Stupidly, a lot of us do buy each issue and the collected edition that comes out within days after the final issue of a story arc. Indeed, sometimes the trade beats the final issue to the stands.

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It’s not just the pacing that bothers me, though. There’s also the idiotic belief shared by readers and editors that the death of a major character is all that makes comics “believable.” (Because verisimilitude is, of course, the most desirable element in a story about people with supernormal powers who fly around in capes and long underwear, calling themselves by names that would make a Japanese PR Firm blush.) And of course there’s the current fascination with moral relativity, making good characters suddenly turn bad, coupled with a harsh, judgmental spirit in the writing, so some good characters become despised scapegoats who can’t get a break, while mass murderers are hailed as heroes.In particular, I’ve held for years a very low opinion of what’s been done with one of my all-time favorite comics, the Avengers. For me, it just seemed to devolve into a shock-a-minute depression fest in which character integrity took a back seat to making fanboys scream, “OhManOhManOhMan I can’t wait to buy the next issue and the trade!”

I was cautiously optimistic when it was announced that a new book called Uncanny Avengers was coming out. It had a cast featuring both Avengers and X-Men, and it prominently featured Marvel second-stringers Havok, Rogue and Scarlet Witch alongside Captain America, Thor and the annoyingly omnipresent Wolverine. I was, unfortunately, so disappointed with the opening four-issue story arc that I was going to stop reading the book. It was full of characters blaming the Scarlet Witch for the fact that she was badly written by Brian Michael Bendis, it featured the corpse of Professor X being hauled around with the top of his head missing, and it featured unnamed characters being killed with no notice or mourning. It just wasn’t what I wanted to read.

My son asked me to read the latest issue, however, because the ending bothered him and he wanted to discuss it. So I read it, and I have to say it’s the best in the series, probably the best issue of anything with Avengers in the title that’s been published in years. (Although Dan Slott tried hard on his run on Mighty Avengers to re-capture some of the greatness of years past.) There’s a scene with Captain America and the Scarlet Witch the likes of which we haven’t seen since Roy Thomas wrote the book in the 1960s, and it’s refreshingly free of reminders that she allowed herself to be used by super villains to perpetuate bad Summer “event” storylines. There’s a seen where Wolverine recruits Sunfire to the team, in which Wolverine is, for the first time in thirty years, not annoying to me. (Granted there’s a detour into an account of how he just drowned his son in shallow water and buried him that I could have done without. As a parent, I really hate how often comic heroes children are killed, especially by their own parents. It suggests that the creative teams are either very young, stupid and single, that they’re middle-aged get-a-lifers in no danger of having a child, or that they’re screwed up people who really hate their kids.)

I won’t give the details of the ending and how it bothered my son. Suffice to say it involves death and surprise, but I pretty much glossed over it. It’s an easily undone death. The issue was low on shock, high on characterization, and featured the return of light-hearted characters Wonder Man and the Wasp. It bodes well for the future of the series.

But my favorite part involved Havok, brother of Cyclops of the X-Men. Cyclops is now a murderer and a super villain, because, again, we love our moral relativism. The point of the team he leads is to foster unity between “normal” humans and mutants. After shooting down an offensive suggestion by Captain America that they hide their more notorious mutant members for a while (remember that Cap took orders from a Commander-in-Chief who thought it was acceptable to put US citizens in relocation camps based on how they looked), Havok tells members of the press that he would prefer they stop using the “M-word” and just refer to the mutant members of society as people, with no special labels. When the dimwit reporters ask, “Well then what do we call you?” (because dimwit reporters can’t live without labeling people) he responds, “Call me Alex.”

It’s a wonderful rejection of group-think. Havok is standing up and saying, “I’m a person, not a label. Don’t use the label, because it tends to make you think of me as something other than a person. My identity is mine, not some group’s, and you may call me by the name which identifies one unique individual.” Such individuality is refreshing in a day when we only seem to want to recognize people as parts of groups, not as individuals.

I understand this speech has created controversy, that it’s seen as Havok rejecting his mutant identity, that he’s ashamed of what he is, that he’s like a gay person going back in the closet. I don’t buy that. There’s a time for claiming a label and saying, “Why yes I am this thing or that thing, and I am proud of it.” There’s also a time for saying “that adjective you use to describe me is a part of my identity. It is not my whole identity. If it gets in the way of you treating me as an equal, then don’t use it.”

I support marriage equality, and I appreciate the thoughtful arguments of friends who think it’s appropriate to keep using the term “gay marriage,” so that we don’t forget what it is that some people are trying to deny, even though we don’t say, “I’m getting straight married.” I think that’s a good point. But that’s labeling a concept, a practice, not a person.

Labels are dangerous, because people become obsessed with them. They make it too easy to pre-judge and say, “That person meets this criteria, so I can dislike him without investigating further.” That’s something we shouldn’t allow ourselves to say. The speech made by Havok herein makes a stab at letting people know that, and I congratulate the writer, Rick Remender. Keep writing issues like this one, Rick, please!

Axel’s Flight

beyondborders_lorraineSchleter600pxScheduled for a late May release is ReDeus: Beyond Borders, the second volume in a series created by Bob Greenberger, Paul Kupperberg and Aaron Rosenberg. The gods are back and ready to be worshiped, but is humanity ready for them? This time out, our team of authors left the United States behind to visit the homelands of the many pantheons from around the world.

In the last volume, I told how the Norse God Bragi came to mentor a desperate musician who was down and out as a result of the fall of YouTube. This time, I chose to take my young rock star, Axel Sage, to Sweden, where Odin and the Aesir are assembling a new brotherhood of Vikings and a new sisterhood of Valkyries. The Aesir are probably the most techno-friendly of the gods, so they’ve embraced reality TV. Their new followers are recruited on the twin series Who Wants to Be a Viking? and Who Wants to Be a Valkyrie? Axel lands right in the thick of it, falling for a beautiful warrior maiden. Trouble is, a Valkyrie’s hand goes to the warrior who’s willing to fight for her, and Loki has a champion in the wings.

This volume will also feature the work of veterans Lawrence M. Schoen, Scott Pearson, Dave Galanter, Phil Giunta, William Leisner, and Allyn Gibson, plus new ReDeus authors Kelly Meding, Janna Silverstein, David McDonald, Steve Lyons, and Lorraine Anderson. And, of course, creators Aaron, Paul, and Bob will all have stories as well. The cover art above is by Lorraine Schleter.

Enterprise Regained – A Star Trek Fan Fiction Novella (1984)

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by Steven H. Wilson

Published separately in June, 1984 — 40 pages, illustrated

 Original Author’s Intro

It seems to me that this, my first fanzine and first completed Star Trek story (though hopefully not the last of the former and definitely not the last of the latter) calls for an introduction. My personal feelings are of disbelief: disbelief that this two-year pro­ject is finally completed; but I’ll spare you my creative euphoria. I can inflict that on the same people who’ve been following this story chapter for chapter, praising and proofreading (they didn’t have much choice–I inflicted the earliest drafts on them, too).

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My First Fanzine

I spent some time last week with a friend I haven’t seen in 30 years. He’s seventeen, he wants to be a science fiction writer, and his name’s Steve Wilson. Which is my roundabout way of saying that I recently sat down and read, for the first time in a looooonnnggg time, the first piece of fiction I completed once I realized that, whatever else I did with my life, I wanted to spend most of it writing.

I read it because, in the course of preparing my website and making it the complete guide to all things me, I wanted to make my fan fiction available to anyone who should care to read it. Since I started writing back in the dim time before the WordPerfect, email and PDF (hell, the IBM Personal Computer was experiencing the terrible twos around that time!), making it available means taking it off paper, running it through OCR and then verifying that the OCR worked. On fanzines 30 – 50 years old, OCR rarely works very well.

Farewell Constellation Books

http://constellationbooks.com/files/constellation/logo.jpgIt’s a sad time – Constellation Books is closing next weekend. Everything in the store (except special orders) is 50% off. Lauretta has been a friend to local cons and local authors. We held Lance’s premiere part for Heroic Park here, and it’s a wonderful store. If Reisterstown is at all convenient to you, please come by and help out by making a purchase. Shelves are for sale, too.

 

Phase II – Chapter One: The Invitation

By Beverly J. Volker and Nancy J. Kippax
Art by Russ Volker

This is the first of four installments in an unfinished series by Bev and Nancy, speculating on the future of the Enterprise crew. Ironically, in 1975, only six years after Trek had gone off the air, Bev and Nancy took the characters two decades into their futures, past the point time would take them when they actually returned in their movie series. This is very early Bev and Nancy, and I had to resist my editor’s urges as I verified the OCR. I admit I did correct their baffling insistence on misspelling “Chief,” and I did fix one case of “with whom he had worked for years with.” They would have fixed those too, if their intent to finish and collect this series had been fulfilled. Bev loved melodrama, and this series shows it, especially as it digs into the history of the tragic Tarra St. John. But I think there’s nothing more fun than digging into the predictions fan writers made about the future of Trek before we knew it would have a future. So enjoy this first part of Phase II. I’ll keep restoring it, and, hopefully soon, make sense of quite a few pages of (unpublished, I think) manuscript Bev left behind.

— Steve

PHASE II

CHAPTER ONE

The Invitation

Admiral James T. Kirk pushed the button to open his door.

A recurring stab of loneliness filled him. The rooms were so empty now, without Areel to share them. He spent as little time as possible here these days.

Since his wife’s tragic death in a shuttle crash six months ago, Jim had been burying himself deeper and deeper into his work, concentrating all his effort on accepting what had happened. They had a good life together, a good marriage; he felt fortunate to have found such unexpected happiness at all, albeit short-lived.

I really ought to move, he mused, entering the living area.

But as usual, he shoved the thought aside, reluctant to go through the ordeal of sorting through their possessions.

He was meeting “Bones” McCoy for dinner this evening; a pleasant interlude which he was greatly looking forward to. Both of them living on the same Starbase as they did, the two old friends didn’t see as much of one another as they’d like.

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An Unfinished Piece of Artwork

Deforest Kelley and Jane WyattRifling through old papers from college, I found several dozen illustrations I’d done for fanzines back in the day. This unfinished piece was intended for my story “Mandy,” but I ran out of time. The circa-1987 Jane Wyatt and De Kelley in the center were to be flanked by circa-1966 De at the top left and circa-1937 Jane at the bottom. (You can see just a little of where I’d sketched an oval to place her face.) I think I couldn’t find a decent publicity shot of her from Lost Horizon in those pre-Internet days, although I know one of my sketchbooks does contain a thumbnail of Jane at a young age. 47 year-old Steve is not the artist 21 year-old Steve was. My attempts to draw now usually end in frustration and anger at my failing eyes. I’d be afraid to try and finish it. But, since I’ve got the story on my site, I thought I should post the illo that might have been.