From 1998 to 2000, Amazing Stories, the world's oldest science fiction magazine, presented a series of original Star Trek stories written by a number of bestselling authors. Now these little-seen Star Trek adventures have been collected together for the first time, along with brand-new tales written expressly for this volume!
Among the highlights:
- Spock comes to terms with the death of his father in a touching tale penned by A. C. Crispin, bestselling author of Sarek.
- Counselor Deanna Troi risks everything to aid the evacuation of an endangered planet.
- Seven of Nine learns a lesson in humanity when the Starship Voyager takes on some unusual alien visitors.
- Beverly Crusher discovers that holographic doctors take some getting used to, especially during a medical emergency.
- Plus, Captain Proton, Defender of the Earth, must face the awesome menace of...the Space Vortex of Doom!
- Proving that amazing things sometimes come in small packages, these and other slices of the vast Star Trek universe provide a replicator's worth of treats for Trekkers everywhere!
Proving that amazing things sometimes come in small packages, these and other slices of the vast Star Trek universe provide a replicator's worth of treats for Trekkers everywhere!
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Pocket Books/Star Trek
August 19, 2002
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Excerpt from The Amazing Stories by John J. Ordover
By A. C. Crispin
Amanda's garden was still beautiful.
He stood there staring at it, surprised to discover that it was still maintained. As far as he knew, Spock had not lived in the house for some time. But the garden had been cared for... the spiky black blossoms were properly trimmed, the scarlet wax-leafed bushes pruned, the green waterstone paths raked, the rock arrangements stacked precisely....
He wandered down the paths, hands tucked into the sleeves of his long desert robe, his nostrils taking in the exotic scents of desert plants from a dozen worlds.
Leaving Amanda's garden, he began walking toward distant Vulcan's Forge, pleased by his effortless strides. Information filled his mind, neatly cataloged, and his conclusions were, once again -- it had been so long! -- faultlessly logical.
The desert surrounded him now as he walked tirelessly, his strong young body obeying his every wish. Youth is wasted on the young... he thought, remembering an ancient human saying. Well, for once humans were completely correct.
His mind was so clear, his thinking so precise. Emotion was, once more, suppressed. How agreeable to be able to think clearly, to be free of the constant, degrading assault of emotion!
For a moment it occurred to him to wonder where he was going, and why, but he resolutely suppressed that question. It was enough to be clearheaded and strong of body once more. It was enough to be traveling, going....
Once again, he repressed that question, repressed it sternly. Where is not important. What is important is that I have regained my logic, my control. What is important is that I feel young again... strong again....
He looked up at the reddish sky, and beheld with wonder a wind-rider gliding along the thermals. Such a fragile, nearly translucent creature -- how could it survive Vulcan's hot winds?
But survive it did... and he was fortunate indeed to see it. He had been alive a very long time indeed, and had only seen a handful of wind-riders in all that time....
Alive...was he alive?
Such a question was not logical, and he repressed it, also. Enough to walk, to be clear of mind, controlled, strong and alert. Enough to--
"Captain. Captain Picard. Wake up."
His surroundings shimmered, faded. No! He was on Vulcan, he was in control, he was walking, going--
"Captain Picard. You directed that you wished to be awakened at oh-seven-hundred hours. Wake up, please."