Journey of the Mind
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| Zine | |
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| Title: | Journey of the Mind |
| Publisher: | Chicago Station |
| Editor: | Jeanne DeVore |
| Author(s): | Sherri Fillingham |
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| Illustrator(s): | |
| Date(s): | 1997 |
| Medium: | print zine, fanfic |
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| Fandom: | Kung Fu: The Legend Continues |
| Language: | English |
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| Click here for related articles on Fanlore. | |
cover by Linda Fairbanks
Journey of the Mind is a gen Kung Fu: The Legend Continues 198-page novel by Sherri Fillingham with a color cover by Linda Fairbanks.
Summaries
A novel about friendship and betrayal, illusion and betrayal, and the double-edged sword of trust. When a Sing Wah high priest wants to consecrate his new temple with Shambhala blood, he sets out to draw Caine into his lair. Capturing a Shaolin priest, however is a difficult feat--better to bait a trap and let Caine come to him. But when Peter, the intended bait, foils their attempt at capture, the Sing Wah turn to his protector: Kermit. [1]
A novel about friendship and betrayal, illusion and reality, and the double-edged sword of trust. "Journey" is Kermit-focused, but Peter plays a major part (in fact, Peter plays a pivotal part), and the precinct "gang" is strongly featured, as is Blaisdell. The story is part psychodrama, part h/c (it's a reeeaaal good "bash Kermit"), part reflection. There is violence (essential to the story) and the novel is rated PG-13 because of it. h/c is an abbreviation for "hurt/comfort" to indicate the type of emotional content associated with violence. A favourite theme of many Kftlc fans. [2]
Excerpt
When a Sing Wah high priest wants to consecrate his new temple with Shambhala blood, he sets out to draw Caine into his lair. Capturing a Shaolin priest, however, is a difficult feat--better to bait a trap and let Caine come to him. But when Peter, their intended bait, foils their attempt at capture, the Sing Wah turn to Peter's protector--Kermit.... A noise on the edge of hearing caught his attention. His right hand was at his back. *Remind me again, Paul, why I shouldn't carry a gun all the time.* Three strides took him to the kitchen drawers and he pulled out the Desert Eagle. He smiled at the feel of the cool metal in his hand. *And you thought two was overkill.* Absolutely still, he strained to listen beyond the sounds of the small house. Nothing. But it hadn't been his imagination. Steps silent as possible, he moved into the living room. No point turning on the lights. He had the advantage unless they were wearing night vision goggles - or had some mystical Eastern training. He smiled to himself. *I have been hanging out with the Caines too damn long.* The throwing star passed just by his ear and he ducked behind the sofa. *Far too long.*
References
- ^ from the publisher
- ^ alt.tv.kungfu