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GROWING PAINS - Natasha Barry (The Fugitive-movie)

I hate to tell you this, Sam."

"Already know what you're gonna say." Deputy Sam Gerard of the U.S. Marshall's office leaned into a chair. Behind his desk a panorama of Chicago broadcast the lateness of the hour with the skyscrapers' luminescence coalescing into the twinkling lights of the night sky. "It's Noah

. . . ."

A DRAGON'S HEART - Anne Fairchild (DS9)

Commander Ben Sisko stood across the desk from his chief medical officer, nothing the dark shadows under red-rimmed eyes as well as a strained, hoarse quality to the normally soft voice. Here was visual confirmation of what the doctor's Bajoran assistants had related to Major Kirk, and she had in turn told Sisko the young doctor was at the point of collapse . . . .

TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN - Gene Delepania (B7)

Avon is going slowly mad and there is no way we can survive the inevitable end awaiting.

It gets closer every day. Our resources, both physical and emotional, are shrinking and soon we will have nothing left. Nothing has been right since Cally died anyway. She was our luck and when she died what little luck we had died with her . . . .

MIDNIGHT BLUE - Mary Millard (S&H)

It had been a month since the death of LAPD Detective David Starsky's fiance, Terry.

Four full weeks. It seemed impossible. Though Starsky's partner had deliberately done his best to keep Starsky busy and his mind occupied, he knew nothing could do that this particular night.

The instructions in the letter Terry had left were too specific to be ignored . . . .

DARK NIGHT OF THE SOUL - Ida Vega (MV)

As darkness was falling outside Castillo's house, Crockett was in the kitchen pouring coffee. He added sugar to one, then carried both mugs upstairs to his injured lieutenant's bedroom. As he climbed the spiral staircase, he heard thunder rumbling overhead. Rain began, pattering softy against the french windows looking out on the dark patio. Crockett began to feel uneasy as he realized how isolated they were . . . .

BLUE MAY - Sylvia Bond (Red October)

Jack Ryan's grandfather had promised to take his grandson fly fishing one day, but death had taken Jack Senior before he was able to keep that promise. And when Col. Digby ordered Dr. Ryan to take one solid week of R&R, Jack decided to take himself right to the very spot past where he and submarine commander Marko Ramius had driven a nuclear sub not six months ago .

. .

X MARKS THE SPOT - Ellen Thacher (X files/Quantum Leap)

"Who are you?"

The question stabbed through Sam like an icy knife of fear. "I-ah . . . ."

"Where's Scully?" Fox Mulder snapped. "I know you're in her body, so what did you do with her?"

Sam coughed, mind scrambling. "I am . . . Scully. What make you think I'm not?

A UNICORN AFFAIR - Corrine Bass (Muncle)

Napoleon Solo slowly swirled his warm ale in the glass as he carefully perused the Irish pub. This assignment really stinks, he thought. Why did the only man have to send us both to this god forsaken part of Ireland? No nightlife . . . .

SAFE TO DREAM - Scott Hunter (Pro's)

HE's A WHAT? Bodie felt his entire body, all five feet, eleven inches tense as he made a supreme effort to control his temper. In private he abhorred emotional outbursts of any type; in public, such displays were unthinkable.

"Surely you're joking, sir." Bodie turned in disbelief toward the man sharing the shadowed table. "You're being taken if you believe that."

Cowley looked at him and replied drily, "I'm not being taken by anything, Bodie. Doyle is a psychic . . . .

ART

POETRY

October 1995