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.
This week, while Sulu plays flyboy in the desert, Chekov learns the hard way that real-world experience doesn’t translate to college credits. But when the two men are charged with a host of crimes, Uhura wonders if she may have to have her teacher’s pet put down. Will the boys be home in time for Christmas? Is the Lost Years concept out of gas? And what are some of the more mundane occupational hazards of corporate espionage? All this and more in Traitor Winds, the book that forces us to confront the existence of Klingon anime body pillows.
This week, when some familiar faces claim mining rights on a volcanic world, Uhura is the only person they’ll come correct for. But when the planet’s biggest volcano prepares to blow its stack, the situation induces a suspiciously specific bout of deja vu. Will the Prime Directive subplot matter? Would pointing out the joke in the shuttle’s name improve or damage morale? Is Chekov a worthy contender for most suffering Star Trek character? All this and more in Firestorm, the final book in the “Star Trek Novels I Owned As a Kid” collection!
This week, the Romulans decide to build their own Terok Nor—with blackjack, and hookers—but when they can’t stand the (lack of) heat, they find themselves forced out of the kitchen. When the Enterprise investigates the drifting station, they find themselves getting the same cold shoulder. Now they have to find the thing going bump in the night, and Scotty’s goofy ghost stories aren’t helping. Does Walter Koenig have dirt on the L.A. Graf ladies? What does a Romulan dildo look like? And whatever happened to sonic showers? All this and more in Shell Game, the book that will never know the joy of a Coney Island footlong.
This week, when a trip to the souvenir shop goes sideways for Chekov, he’ll soon have more to worry about than a night in the slammer. An efficiency expert starts gunning for his job—that is, until he gets gunned down himself. What goofy hobby is Sulu taking up this time? Has The Motion Picture finally been stripped of its Worst Transporter Accident title? And is someone trying to ship Chekov and Uhura? All this and more in Death Count, the book that points its thumbs at thee.
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