TOS Books online!
A while back I was talking about the slashiness of some Star Trek: TOS books, and recommended a few--including some that I sold back in a fit of literary sensibility a long time ago.
Well, the inimitable Spix (who really should get her own LJ account, by the way), mentioned to me that she found pretty much all of the ST novels online. Some quick poking revealed a BitTorrent titled "A HUGE amount of Star Trek ebooks"--and it is, about 500!--which is well-seeded and downloaded very quickly. There are annoying scanning glitches that must be overlooked here and there, but it includes almost every book we discussed in the thread, including:
"The Entropy Effect"
“Jim!” Spock sat up so quickly that every muscle and joint and sinew shrieked: he was aware of the sensation but impervious to it, as he should be, but for all the wrong reasons. He grabbed Jim Kirk’s arm. It was solid and real. Relief, and, yes, joy, overwhelmed the Vulcan. He slid his hand up Jim’s arm; he started to reach up to him, to lay his hand along the side of his face to feel the unsettling energy of Jim’s undamaged mind.
He pulled back abruptly, shocked by his own impulses; he turned away, toward the wall, struggling to control himself.
"Triangle"
Spock stood up and looked down at Kirk's bone-white face for a moment, but what he saw was the shape of a long emptiness if the last of that living color and presence ran out.
Spock flew the scoutship as if its cargo were infinitely fragile and infinitely precious.
He saw his hands locked whitely onto the controls, and Spock of Vulcan knew that the non-emotion disciplines were finally crumbling entirely, and that that was his death sentence.
"Yesterday's Son"
They saw him land, watched him pull off his cloak and shake his head in the warmth, saw his nostrils expand as he sniffed the air. Kirk wondered if the younger man could see them, and thought that he probably couldn't-then there was a movement at his elbow. Spock, eyes fixed, was walking toward the Guardian. One step, two, three ...
And then Kirk, moving with a jerk that stabbed his ribs, caught his arm, his voice low, desperate. "Spock. He doesn't need you. " And he wondered if the Vulcan caught the unvoiced addition, And I ... we ... do.
As they stood poised, the Vulcan's motion halted, suspended, the image flicked out forever.
"The Wounded Sky"
Knowledge burned in his brain, sweet and bitter at once as the gods' fruit was so often said to be. And there was always more to know, and an eternity of things he didn't know and never would. There was no futility in that truth, rather ecstasy; for he would be used up by the universe, not the other way around. The latter way (were it possible) would be futile and bitter indeed. In his search after knowledge, he'd chosen to move among the strange ones, the ones who laughed and wept and speculated with such abandon. Their differences were his joy-for those many differences merely overlay their likenesses to him and to one another; and though the likenesses were few, they were profound. There were other joys. Though most of his knowing was turned outward, yet he was known as well; though he was sometimes silent, others knew his name and were not afraid to call on the soul he secretly was. Two others in particular-the one with whom he shared the secret delight of being commanded, and the commander. To that one he turned now, thanking him in mind, celebrating the crazy unVulcan daring that had brought them all to this place, this wonder.
Allow me to stress: "the secret delight of being commanded"? Holy crap. :)
It's missing a couple, most notably "Killing Time," which I can't recommend highly enough. And it includes a nearly infinite number of books I personally find less interesting from all the series...but what the heck. I'm in heaven.
Well, the inimitable Spix (who really should get her own LJ account, by the way), mentioned to me that she found pretty much all of the ST novels online. Some quick poking revealed a BitTorrent titled "A HUGE amount of Star Trek ebooks"--and it is, about 500!--which is well-seeded and downloaded very quickly. There are annoying scanning glitches that must be overlooked here and there, but it includes almost every book we discussed in the thread, including:
"The Entropy Effect"
“Jim!” Spock sat up so quickly that every muscle and joint and sinew shrieked: he was aware of the sensation but impervious to it, as he should be, but for all the wrong reasons. He grabbed Jim Kirk’s arm. It was solid and real. Relief, and, yes, joy, overwhelmed the Vulcan. He slid his hand up Jim’s arm; he started to reach up to him, to lay his hand along the side of his face to feel the unsettling energy of Jim’s undamaged mind.
He pulled back abruptly, shocked by his own impulses; he turned away, toward the wall, struggling to control himself.
"Triangle"
Spock stood up and looked down at Kirk's bone-white face for a moment, but what he saw was the shape of a long emptiness if the last of that living color and presence ran out.
Spock flew the scoutship as if its cargo were infinitely fragile and infinitely precious.
He saw his hands locked whitely onto the controls, and Spock of Vulcan knew that the non-emotion disciplines were finally crumbling entirely, and that that was his death sentence.
"Yesterday's Son"
They saw him land, watched him pull off his cloak and shake his head in the warmth, saw his nostrils expand as he sniffed the air. Kirk wondered if the younger man could see them, and thought that he probably couldn't-then there was a movement at his elbow. Spock, eyes fixed, was walking toward the Guardian. One step, two, three ...
And then Kirk, moving with a jerk that stabbed his ribs, caught his arm, his voice low, desperate. "Spock. He doesn't need you. " And he wondered if the Vulcan caught the unvoiced addition, And I ... we ... do.
As they stood poised, the Vulcan's motion halted, suspended, the image flicked out forever.
"The Wounded Sky"
Knowledge burned in his brain, sweet and bitter at once as the gods' fruit was so often said to be. And there was always more to know, and an eternity of things he didn't know and never would. There was no futility in that truth, rather ecstasy; for he would be used up by the universe, not the other way around. The latter way (were it possible) would be futile and bitter indeed. In his search after knowledge, he'd chosen to move among the strange ones, the ones who laughed and wept and speculated with such abandon. Their differences were his joy-for those many differences merely overlay their likenesses to him and to one another; and though the likenesses were few, they were profound. There were other joys. Though most of his knowing was turned outward, yet he was known as well; though he was sometimes silent, others knew his name and were not afraid to call on the soul he secretly was. Two others in particular-the one with whom he shared the secret delight of being commanded, and the commander. To that one he turned now, thanking him in mind, celebrating the crazy unVulcan daring that had brought them all to this place, this wonder.
Allow me to stress: "the secret delight of being commanded"? Holy crap. :)
It's missing a couple, most notably "Killing Time," which I can't recommend highly enough. And it includes a nearly infinite number of books I personally find less interesting from all the series...but what the heck. I'm in heaven.