Here Be Dragons (Man from UNCLE zine)
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Title: | Here Be Dragons |
Publisher: | Marion McChesney Markate Press |
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Author(s): | Kate Drummond |
Cover Artist(s): | Killa |
Illustrator(s): | Killa |
Date(s): | 1991 |
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Fandom: | Man from U.N.C.L.E. |
Language: | English |
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Here Be Dragons is a Man from U.N.C.L.E. slash 125-page novel by Kate Drummond. Cover and interior art is by Killa.
From the Author's Foreward
I want to go on record as saying that I never intended to do anything so presumptuous as write a full-length novel. Perish the thought'. No, I was just going to write a nice little story with a dragon in it for Marion's 'Classified Affairs 6'. Except that...it grew. And it grew. And it would not stay within reasonable bounds. It was starting to look like it was going to take overall of CA 6 if something drastic wasn't done. So I finally went to Marion, cap in hand, and said, "Umm, how about...?" And being the sweetheart that she is, she agreed to publish this on its own...
A Summary
From an ebay seller:
This story originally started out as a short story about a dragon that was to be printed as part of another Man from UNCLE fanzine. But the story kept on growing and growing taking on a life of it's own till it turned into a full novel... It starts off as a normal day. Napoleon Solo and Illya Kuryakin are in their shared office at UNCLE HQ New York working on the expense report from their latest assignment. Illya goes to get coffee, and suddenly, he is going down! Napoleon jumps to his aid, and finds himself getting dizzy. Has THRUSH found a way to pump some sort of gas into UNCLE? When they finally come to, Napoleon and Illya discover that they are laying on cold frozen grass- in medieval England! AND there be dragons!
Excerpt
"Before Illya could protest, he stepped forward into the narrow opening... and froze. Illya, unable to see around him, waited, shivering with impatience and cold as the seconds passed. "Napoleon!" he called out at last, unable to contain himself any longer. "What is it?" Solo cleared his throat. "It, uh, appears to be a dragon." "There are no such things as dragons," he said indignantly.
Napoleon, who was certainly face to face with 'something' that had iridescent scales, leathery wings, exceedingly long claws, intelligent red eyes, and a curl of white smoke drifting from its snout, didn't argue. "Why don't you tell 'him' that?" he offered mildly."
Sample Interior Gallery
References
- ^ from the editor's remarks in the zine