If death is truly a curse,' Spock said, as soberly as some power pronouncing a hundred years of sleep, but with a glint of private, serene humor in his eyes. 'There is little logic in condemning something one has not experienced...or does not remember experiencing.

A little science. A little magic. A little chicken soup.

Do it now and avoid the June rush! Fear death by water!

She tried to walk softly and wished the trees wouldn't stare at her so.

I may have one more 'Star Trek' novel in me, but it would be in the old universe, not the new one.

But even in your world it’s a byword. Men will fight bravely and be heroes, but for last-ditch defense against any odds… get a Mother.

(True,) the white hole said. (My name is Khairelikoblepharehglukumeilichephreidosd'enagouni-) and at the same time he went flickering through a pattern of colors that was evidently the visual translation.