![]() ![]() The air was dark and filled with a sense that a storm might break at any moment. Its name was unknown and would forever remain so. She was born on Labor Day, which is-to be honest-just as good.Īnd most of all, to my wife, Myra, who naturally didn’t invent the term Imzadi, but is, to me, the incarnation of it.Ī gentle, eerie howling was in the air, which seemed to be permeated with the haunting and lonely cries of souls that had existed or might never exist or might be in some state of limbo in between. No, she wasn’t born on the twenty-fifth anniversary of Star Trek. ![]() The girls, Shana, Guinevere, and the newest-in case you were wondering-Miss Ariel Leela David. Thanks must go especially, once again, to my family. That’s something always to be kept in mind. ![]() The amount of time we have on this sphere to accomplish what we want is always limited, no matter how much we like to pretend otherwise. Which he never had the opportunity to do. He said, at the time he okayed the idea of a novel exploring the history and depth of the Deanna Troi/William Riker relationship, that he looked forward to reading it. This novel, the last premise of mine to be approved by Gene Roddenberry, is the first one I’ve written since his passing. This one has to be for Harlan A Brief Foreword ![]()
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |