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All the Prophets Will Bestow
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Title: | All the Prophets Will Bestow |
Publisher: | Orion Press |
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Author(s): | J.C. Medina & Cameron Burnell |
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Date(s): | 1996 |
Medium: | print zine |
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Fandom: | Star Trek: Deep Space Nine |
Language: | English |
External Links: | Orion Press excerpt here |
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All the Prophets Will Bestow is a 140-page gen Star Trek: Deep Space Nine novel by J.C. Medina & Cameron Burnell. Art by Gabi Steine and others.
Summary
Odo is lost in an ion storm and presumed dead by his saddened crew mates, but he is thrust into the mirror universe, finding himself face-to-face with an exact copy of the woman he loves. Can he return? Will he want to? [1]
Excerpt
Odo didn't notice the characteristic tingling of a transporter beam; his world was pain. It felt like the ionic energy was literally scouring him to dust. Involuntary shudders assailed him and to his inner horror, part of the horrible howling maelstrom that screamed around him was his own voice. His cries of agony were shockingly loud in the small room and stopped him instantly, although an occasional tingle of residual energy along his sensitized body mass caused a moan to escape him despite himself."Well, well. Looks like we have ourselves a bonus."
The voice sounded very faraway and he shuddered as his body cleared from the damaging effects of the ionic energy. After a moment, he realized his back was firmly supported by a cold, patterned metal surface. I must be at the Ops transporter vestibule.
References
- ^ from The Monthly v.7 n.5