“Ensign Ezri Tigan pushed her long dark hair from her eyes and peered through the slightly fogged viewport of the medical transport pod. Inside, bathed in billows of inert nitrogen and the purple mist of Trill ocean water, the glistening… — Marco Palmieri Copy Share Image
“I think one of the reasons I liked him so much was that he had more faults than the usual, socially acceptable Trill.” —Benjamin… — Marco Palmieri Copy Share Image
“Vic laughed. “Seems to me that you didn’t want to get joined because you were afraid of losing yourself. But from what I can… — Marco Palmieri Copy Share Image
“I lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering what kind of creature Curzon Dax was, to weave so tangled a web.” — Marco Palmieri Copy Share Image
“Ensign Ezri Tigan pushed her long dark hair from her eyes and peered through the slightly fogged viewport of the medical transport pod. Inside,… — Marco Palmieri Copy Share Image
“Afraid she would laugh, she focused elsewhere, landing in Tuvok’s familiar, structured psyche, which she always pictured as a spice rack, neatly organized alphabetically,” — Marco Palmieri Copy Share Image
“I think,” I said, “that a culture must deny individuality to the point that symbolic logic systems have developed. After that point, there should… — Marco Palmieri Copy Share Image
