In today’s episode, when Janeway watches Voyager go up in flames, she lets the pod she was on when it happened carry her where it will. But when she ends up on a privateering vessel swabbing the deck, she has to face the fact that it might be the pirate’s life for her whether she likes it or not. At what age does every young adult start to seem like a baby? What does the order you list your children in say about you? And what’s the biggest ace Diane Carey has up her sleeve? All this and more in Fire Ship, the book that can admit when it’s time to fold ’em.
Tag: captain’s table
In today’s episode, the DS9 crew discovers a group of people who can add and remove sprite layers to space on demand. But Sisko might have a tough time taking the man who brought the Defiant over seriously, considering the wildfire blazing in his pants region. What kind of basic is Sisko? Has stress made him forget his quadrants? And what if someone has to go to the bathroom during your story? All this and more in The Mist, the book that knows it’s always time for nachos.
In today’s episode, when Starfleet sends Picard in search of an AWOL captain, he picks Worf for his plus-one. But the search-and-rescue doubles as a treasure hunt, and the first one to find it will be singing glor’ya, glor’ya, hallelujah. Can MJF get away with putting his prose in characters’ mouths? How well does naming characters after things near you on your desk work out? And did Picard’s quarry go through some changes after leaving Starfleet? All this and more in Dujonian’s Hoard, the book that spares the Bolian (sort of).
In today’s episode, Kirk takes Sulu to a pub where time passes more slowly and stories are the coin of the realm. They tell a dovetailing pair of tales about dragon tails, set twenty years apart. How much weight is the framing device pulling here? Who’s missing from the list of Kirk’s romantic conquests? And will Sulu ever have the latently homoerotic bond with Chekov that Kirk had with Spock? All this and more in War Dragons, the book where it’s the men’s fault as usual.