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SORCERER - Karla Kelly

Across Vulcan's forge, far from the civilized world, lie the mountains of Gol. To thesemountains come those seeking peace; adeps of a mysticism denied by logic, pursuers of purethought, the lost and the rejected. Some were Vulcan; some Outworlders, their lives absorbed into the eternal silence of the mountains, leaving only legends behind.

SATIN STORM - Susan K. Dundas

From the window cut through the thick rock castle wall, he gazed out at the night sky andthe black valley stretching out for miles from the castle's grounds to the beach fifty miles away. The castle itself, carved into the mountainside, sat high over its lands. Three hundred feet down brutal jagged stones and impenetrable brush, a peaceful river lee provided an abrupt contrast. Spock's lands, for the most part, were considered isolated from the rest of civilization, and that was just the way that he liked it.

IF BULKHEADS COULD SPEAK - Susan Peacock

"Uh, . . . oh, yes . . . ."

"Unh . . . ."

"Oh, . . . mmm . . . ."

Satisfied, the lovers soon became quiet, held close in each other's arms. The Captain's stateroom was silent, except for the soft hum of the ships's engines, which seemed to harmonize wit the heavy breathing . . . .

THE GREATEST STAKES - Janis E. Laine

He had gambled his way from Antares to Wrigley's. Had played cards in every spaceport and pioneer colony within the reach of the spaceliners, venturing even to those outposts so far from established trade routes only the most daring or greedy scouts and merchants risked the voyage. It was an honorable occupation if one were proficient enough to pursue it honestly.

Spock of Vulcan was . . . .

FOR FRIENDSHIP'S SAKE - Gena Moretti

The nerve wracking shrieking stopped and the silence was suddenly thick. A jarring crash, and again stillness. Now I'm only scared about where in the hell I am. Scared if there's oxygen to breathe. . . .

SCATTERED STARS - Kay Wells

"Can you get a fix on it yet?" Kirk asked anxiously, eyes surveying the organized chaos on the bridge before coming to rest on the lean form of his science officer.

POETRY by Sue Stand.

COVERS by Pat Horowitz. ART by Chris Soto, Susan K. Dundas, Pat Horowitz, Shellie Whild, SBL.

February 1989