The book is simply, but elegantly bound. In the Rangers time, paper-bound books are rarely used...so rarely that the few that are made are done so with the quality generally reserved for illuminated Bibles.

The title is equally simple. Drawing A Line Against The Darkness: A history of the Anla'shok by John David Sheridan.

IntroductionThe old ( Read more... )

The marks of the Zarg slaughter had long since been erased. On the plain below, a herd of forty mares grazed peacefully beneath the afternoon sun - most of them heavily pregnant. The donated sperm and ova obtained from Milliways proved to be amply compatible with the remaining equine gene pool, and the Anla'shok were taking full advantage of it ( Read more... )

The main office of the Species Restoration Project was almost neuroticly orderly. Data crystals were all neatly placed in their racks. The only tools out of place were those which were obviously in use for recently interrupted projects. The surfaces were scrupulously clean and the furniture pristine ( Read more... )

It had been over a week and the Ranger was still waiting ( Read more... )

The Ranger had only briefly returned to Milliways after his evening with the Honorable Lady Ako. After all, there was work to be done. Rediscovered joy had finally broken his spirit's stranglehold on vengeance and he was ready to go back.

A good thing, too. The moment he stepped through the Door onto Ship, he felt a mindtouch.

Caleb?I'm here ( Read more... )

Five days had passed since the toxin was released. The colony was still in shock, but the surviviors were trying to pull their lives back together. The ones who were able to recover from the poison were still months away from regaining their full health. Those who had been untouched by its deadly grasp divided their efforts between caring for ( Read more... )

Too late...The humans have the fastest ships in the galaxy. And the Rangers have the fastest of the fast, but travel still takes time. They have the best information network of all the races, but they are not all seeing ( Read more... )

It was a typical negotiation room. There was a simple, central table with chairs arrayed around it in groupings indicating the various factions involved. Papers were stacked at each grouping: proposals, counterproposals, maps and lists. There was a small, refreshment table set up to one side with servers doing their best to seem invisible ( Read more... )

To my friend Kenaz.

Duty draws me back home for a while, but I believe I will be returning soon. In the meantime, think on all that we have discussed and hold on to hope. Remember that strength can be found in the most unlikely places. My thoughts will be with you, and I look forward to our next meeting.

Faith manages. The letter is signed ( Read more... )

Ship hurtled through hyperspace. Part of her vast mind was busy calculating vectors for her jump to normal space in the next few minutes. But the greater portion was busy keeping in contact with her partner...trying to make sense of what she was seeing through him. It had been a fascinating three days, living almost in doubled time as he spent ( Read more... )