The Crucible's Flame

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Zine
Title: The Crucible's Flame
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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The Crucible's Flame is a 47-page gen novel by Linda Knights.

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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

"Stay back!"

Blake froze in mid-step. His hand hung in mid-air, motioning for reason or perhaps for understanding, he couldn't now remember which. Neither mattered. The only thing that mattered was the frank insanity in Avon's wild eyes.

"Avon, what is it?" he questioned quietly, forcing himself to sound as normal as possible.

Jenna stood behind Blake, a hand up on the weapon's rack, undecided. Avon held a gun securely pointed at Blake -- so securely it was hard to sanction, even now, that he wasn't in complete control. And if he was in control then he deserved to be shot down like a rabid animal. But if he wasn't in control? If he really had slipped off into insanity? If this was neither his fault nor his choice, than she couldn't shoot him. Unless, of course, there was no other way to save Blake's life.

"Avon... please," Blake reasoned as he took a tentative step forward. "Whatever it is, we can talk it out."

Avon shook his head hard, once, as if trying desperately to clear away an unacceptable fog. His mouth opened but no words came out. He was hyperventilating, his complexion wavering wildly between the blood red of outrage and a pale, sickly white. Fine, but almost constant, muscle spasms racked his frame, leaving him shivering like a leaf in the wind. A tic spastically tensed the skin beneath his right eye.