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WHEN DREAMS BECOME REALITY - Natasha Barry (Red October)

Jack steered a hand down the body which was so like his own. A body more than twenty years older, it was true, but alike enough to give him a clue as to how he would age.

As gracefully as Ramius, no doubt. Strength and beauty and fitness along each muscle and sinew.

But Jack knew, beyond suspicion, that he lacked the charisma this man did. Handsome, many considered him. Ryan knew this without conceit. But there was something else that Ramius offered. That sexual dynamism that drew eyes to him, even those eyes that failed to recognize the explanation of their interest for what it was.

HEART TO HEART - Charlotte Frost (Twin Peaks)

Benjamin Horne puffed his cigar and pretended he wasn't impatient. He stood in the center of his large den, located at one wing of the Great Northern Hotel. He owned the Great Northern, as well as a handful of other businesses in Twin Peaks, and some considered him the most powerful man in the county. Deep down, he believed it true; yet, such a statement couldn't even be questioned if he obtained more power still.

THE STOLEN ROWBOAT - Rutterkin (Robin Hood)

Every day upon waking the Saracen Nasir searched through Sherwood Forest for places where his stolen rowboat might be concealed. Without his rowboat he'd be marooned forever in fog-ridden England and never again see the sunny shores of his beloved Arabia. Nasir heaved a melancholy sigh. He was giving up hope of ever finding his rowboat. Home was fast fading into dream.

Yet that very morning he met the outlaw leader Robin Hood leaving a cave with a wicked grin on his face.

"You're a thief," said Nasir boldly, barring Robin's path "Did you steal my rowboat?" It seemed very likely to Nasir He'd wager that a man like Robin Hood would steal a corpse from a coffin if the lid wasn't nailed down.

RELIUCTANT TRUST - Judith Ellison (Blake's 7)

Naively it hadn't occured to Avon tat Blake might have some woman lurking in his past.

The scene replayed itself in his minds eyes Blake had kissed her . . . .

WATERFALL - Charlotte Frost (Starsky & Hutch, novella)

For the third time since they had left the scene of the teen suicide, Starsky bellowed, "I just can't see how anyone that young...." He smacked the steering wheel. "Or anyone at all for that matter...just giving up. Throwing their life away."

Hutch was staring out the side window, trying very hard to keep his patience with the whole subject. "You don't know what his life was like," he stated reasonably.

The blond could feel the driver look sharply at him. "What difference does it make, what his life was like? If it was its lowest, there was no direction to go but up. It could only get better."

Hutch sighed. "Maybe he'd been waiting too long for it to get better."

POETRY

October 1994