Noel (Sentinel zine)
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| Title: | Noel |
| Publisher: | Requiem Publications |
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| Author(s): | Romanse |
| Cover Artist(s): | Romanse |
| Illustrator(s): | Romanse |
| Date(s): | 2007 |
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| Fandom: | The Sentinel |
| Language: | English |
| External Links: | story online here much art from the zine here |
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Noel is a 154-page gen Sentinel novel by Romanse.
Summary
From a distributor, Agent With Style: "Blair has made a promise to Jim, and determined to keep it, his vow takes him through an extraordinary journey of life and death -- all the way from modern times to a life in ancient Palestine and back."
Excerpt:
Sandburg turned and found that Jim was no longer sitting on the couch. The Sentinel had silently gotten up and was now standing right in front of him. Blair jumped in surprise and an awkward silence descended, as for the first time in so many hours, Blair's seemingly endless flow of words dried up. Suddenly, it occurred to the young man that he'd had enough experience saying good-bye to raise it to an art form. "Detach with love" had always been Naomi's well-lived philosophy, and one that Blair himself had been forced to adopt out of necessity.It made no difference to Blair now that he was only leaving for two weeks, not forever. However, this "goodbye for now" seemed harder to say than any "goodbye forever" he'd ever said. There was a fleeting look in Jim's eyes that Blair caught a glimpse of before it disappeared, that stopped him dead in his tracks. It was the look of some dark and unexpressed emotion, and the young man was baffled, unable to decipher its meaning. Suddenly, the clue bus came to a halt in front of Blair. He's afraid I'm leaving and not coming back. Why?
The young anthropology grad student leaned up against the door with his hands in his jean pockets and casually inquired, "So, Jim, ah - you know I'm coming back, right, man?"
"Of course I know that, Darwin, why wouldn't you?" Jim clapped Blair on the shoulder and looked him straight in his eyes. There was no remaining trace of whatever Blair had glimpsed in Jim's eyes a moment ago. Only warmth and caring emanated from his Sentinel's eyes now. It warmed Blair's soul in a way that he had scarcely ever felt while growing up in a nomadic lifestyle that had left little room for forming long-term attachments.
Now it was his turn to play, "Hide the emotions." Blair shrugged noncommittally, grabbed his duffel bag and slung it up and over his shoulder. Then he picked up his trusty backpack and waited expectantly, like a child awaiting instructions from a parent.
"Drive carefully, Chief," was all the sage advice the detective imparted. He smiled, but his ice-blue eyes were serious.
"I will. Take care of yourself, Jim. I'll be back on Christmas Eve." The softly made promise was apparently received by the Sentinel , if the warmth in his eyes was anything to go by.
Then Blair turned and walked out the door and was gone.