I've been watching all the postings commemorating Sir Patrick Stewart, and oh, I can feel again how much I loved ST:TNG, and why I became a science fiction writer. I'd watch the whole series again in a minute.
[1/3] Gilzara’s hands molded other birds, released them to the same fiery deaths, golden, azure, emerald green. He shaped flowers of fantastic forms – spiral-leaved, silver-faceted, garlanded over the moontrees. A torrent of water coursed soundlessly from the treetops …
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#SciFiSat [Sorry - because of various problems, no posts this week. Next week, I hope?]
#SciFiFri [1/2] As Bu’gan’zei disappeared into the underbrush, Za’dut leaped into action, crying, “After him! He is escaping!”
But Is’a’pai’a cried, “Wait, Za’dut!” and tripped up our trickster with its long mandibles.
#1linewed [1/6] So once again it fell to my lot to become a counselor of mourning. …
After considering what I had to say, the zan’zei| devised their own version of a memorial for Vai’zei’a’parn. They decided to place his body in a small cave and wall it up there.






