Waves Upon a Mirrored Surface
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| Title: | Waves Upon a Mirrored Surface |
| Publisher: | KnightWriter Press |
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| Author(s): | Linda Knights |
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| Medium: | print zine, fanfic |
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| Genre: | gen |
| Fandom: | Blake’s 7 |
| Language: | English |
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Waves Upon a Mirrored Surface is a 52-page gen Blake's 7 zine by Linda Knights. It is sometimes incorrectly referred to as "Waves Upon a Reflected Surface."
Series
This zine is part of a 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.
- Bad Blood by Peggy Hartsook
- Blind by Linda Knights
- Close Calls by Linda Knights
- Crucible's Flame by Linda Knights
- Endgame by Peggy Hartsook
- Fate's Final Act by Linda Knights
- Prelude to an Interview by Linda Knights
- Returned Favors by Linda Knights
- Surprises by Linda Knights
- Waves Upon a Mirrored Surface by Linda Knights
- Yesterday: Memories of Tomorrow by Linda Knights (1997)
Excerpt
The first thing Dayna noticed when she entered the room was that Avon was an untidy sleeper.Under the circumstances it was a ludicrous thing to observe, but it was so unlike the picture of Kerr Avon that she'd been forming in her mind that it stopped her cold. She stood there, calmly analyzing the way his limbs were knotted into the sheets, the fine-muscle twitching that still troubled him, and, more over, the frown marring the marbled-perfection of his face.
Had he somehow sensed her entrance into his room and was troubled by it even in his sleep? Or did he always frown so, twitching into some nightmare that he had never spoken of - never shared? That seemed unfair. Avon's life was so difficult now that she wondered - often and to herself - how he made it through each day. To have to take that tension to bed with him was unbearably cruel.
"Avon?"
He jerked up at the sound of his name, instantly awake, an instinct trained, no doubt, by the rigors of his life. He came up in bed, still tangled in the sheets, and then, seeing who it was, he collapsed back with a muted groan.
"I'm sorry to disturb you like this," Dayna continued, uncomfortable both with the subject that she was going to have to broach, and with being here in his room. "But I just received a vis-communication's burst on open channel, and well..." She paused, stammering to a halt. "Avon, I think you'd better come, right now."