Blind

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Zine
Title: Blind
Publisher: KnightWriter Press
Editor:
Author(s): Linda Knights
Cover Artist(s):
Illustrator(s):
Date(s): 1997
Medium: print zine, fanfic
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Genre: gen
Fandom: Blake’s 7
Language: English
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Blind is a 23-page gen Blake's 7 novel by Linda Knights.

Series

This zine is part of a 1997 series of mini-zines, each with a story that has been published previously in another zine. Each mini-zine has a full-color photo cover.

From Yesterday: Memories of Tomorrow, the last zine in the series:

Welcome to a special re-release of a Blake's Seven story...

Over the years many of us have come and gone into Blake's Seven fandom...and, over the past year, it's come to my attention that there is now a whole new set of "fans" for this very special fandom.

That's terrific news, of course, for anyone in Blake's Seven fandom, it's always fun to have someone new in the group. However, for the new fans it can be very frustrating to "find" all those old, great stories they hear about -- most of which are no longer in print! To help those new fans, or even give the "old" fans a chance to re-read an old favorite, KnightWriter Press is hoping to re-release a number of previously published stories in this fandom!

Keep in mind, all the stories in the "Re-Release" series (no matter by what author!) will have been previously published at some prior date. That's why they are coming out in Digest format so that you can pick and choose among those you have not previously read -- or those you want a copy of no matter whether you've read it or not.

At any rate... enjoy these stories, they are the author's favorites -- and so tend to be the best of the best in a fandom that created some of fandom's classic writers!

Excerpt

"Avon!"

He ran toward the sound of his name and the sheer panic in the voice that had called it. It was an action that he would, had he been given time to think about it, not have done. Running into the unknown, in this situation, was almost surely the same as running into danger. But that degree of panic did not lend itself to considered thought.

Rounding the corner of the building, he instinctively ducked away from the danger that had to have inspired the scream, finding only Blake, not an enemy, waiting for him there. With a holt he came to a stop. He actually froze; an action he'd always thought physically impossible -- a writer's artificial device. It wasn't. In reality it was possible to just stand in one place without thought, without action, without emotion.

"Avon?"

Roj Blake wasn't a man who should either beg or bessech, Avon had decided that long ago. Yet, now, he was doing just that. "I'm here," Avon said calmly, a great deal calmer than he felt. "What happened?"

Blake was wedged tightly back into a corner, hands up, clutching at his eyes, weapon laying forgotten, discarded, at his feet. Blake's fingers were pressed tightly into eyes that, from Avon's point of view, were undamaged. Tears crept from beneath the tightly-closed lids, though, grainy tears. Pain transformed the man's features, aging him, weakening him. "Laser flashback, I think."