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TO TAME THE SUN - Judith Coventry

Shar joined his captain on the lounge. They had begun spending most of their evenings like this. Originally, it had been a time for them to learn about each other in preparation for mating, but lately, it had become an arena for debate, and the young Vulcan couldn't help but sense his captain's displeasure with the results.

IF KIRK HAD A HOLODECK - Karla Kelly

The letters on the door said, "James T. Kirk, Private Eye," with the eye drawn in a wink to save money, but I hadn't had a case in months. Unlike the books, no beautiful blonde had walked in and offered me her money and her body, so I sat with my feet propped up on the desk, drinking bad whiskey and trying to forget a brunette. Imagine my surprise when the unforgettable brunette walked in the door.

SUMMER OF LOVE - Kathy Stanis

Spock of Vulcan sat with his back to the wall in a dim corner of one of the ubiquitous cafes in the North Beach district of San Francisco.

It seemed to Spock the man had brought a breezy sunshine into the room with him. He thought not of his own familiar desert sun with its scouring winds, but of a sun quietly stirring green things to life, a soft wind carrying sweet, heady scents.

Spock wondered how it was he had felt the man's gaze on him, felt heat on the side of his face, as if the man did indeed reflect the rays of the sun. He was used to drawing more than casual glances, but felt he had a built-in buffer zone effectively deflecting any overt curiosity.

How was it this man could penetrate that shield?

He wanted to look at him again and would look at him again, despite the persistent warning alarm in his head.

He looked.

ONE SUNDERED SOUL - Carolyn Spencer

Jor raised his head to Selor's strong light and felt his inner eyelids slid their protective skin over his eyes. He tried to compose himself for meditation once again. His kneeling position on the ledge was not uncomfortable, at least not too uncomfortable, and he should have been able to concentrate easily. If only thoughts of Kal did not keep coming to his mind.

Kal as he was the last time Jor had loved him. His face open and passion flushed. The dark, silken strands of his hair gleaming in the soft light from the ora coals.... Jor smiled. He still carried the marks from the bites Kal had laid into his shoulder as they came together. He remembered the gentle smile. "You will have something to remember me by, my Jorath, as you take your Warrior Journey."

POETRY by Sue Cameron, Sharon Travis

COVERS by Chris Soto.

ART by Chris Soto

July 1992