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(winner-best zine, best art, best poem, oh shit, just best . . . .)

SEMANTICS - Emily Adams

"But, Spock, how could you know that your life wasn't in danger? These people this whole civilization goes against every belief we have. How could you trust G'Thendis that way?"

"Because their customs and mores differ considerably from our own does not automatically prove them to be without honor."

VELVET DECEPTIONS - Robert Haga (novella)

A shadow slipped through the moonlit night, making its way soundlessly through extensive and well- manicured gardens to a large, ornate verandah. There was no reason to worry about its being seen; still, the shadow entered through a side door to slip unnoticed into the huge, three-story house.

"Where the hell have you been?" came the instant greeting upon the female's recognition of her caller.

Captain James Kirk chuckled, bent to place a kiss on one perfumed shoulder, then pulled one hand across the woman's flat abdomen as he stepped into her spacious four-room suite. "Is that any way to greet your favorite lay?"

NO BETTER MIRROR - Charlotte Frost

Kirk lay on his bed, listening contentedly to the humming of the engines. His hands were folded across his stomach and his eyes were open, staring into darkness. For a moment, he could almost imagine that everything was as it used to be.

Almost.

SNOW BOND - Janis E. Laine

"No."

"What?"

"No, Sir," the Vulcan amended.

"But look, Spock," Jim Kirk coaxed, "it'll only be for three days. How much trouble could we possibly get into?"

KING OF THE SHIMRAH RAIDERS - Addison Reed

The basis for the succeeding account, translated from the native, was found hidden in the Hall of Archives of the planet Tohhran during an expedition ten years following the rescue of its civilization from the Klingon Empire, Federation Stardate 3187.0.

It details the daring attempts to repel the Klingon forces by a small group of rebels headquartered in the hostile Shimrah Mountain Range.

And of their mysterious leader, the man they called King.

BROTHER TO A DRAGON - Dovya Blacque

A lie by omission is still a lie. I cannot say why I never spoke of this, why I never told Jim about Seth. Perhaps if I had, matters would never have occurred as they did; perhaps the confusion and feelings of betrayal and guilt would have been avoided for us all. Yet, the truth . . . . Yes, the truth is that I never spoke of Seth, not to Jim . . . nor to anyone else.

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December 1988