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S. D. Perry is a novelist living in Portland, Oregon.  She is currently lives with her husband, Myk, her two children Cyrus and Myk Jr, and their two dogs. She mostly writes tie-in novels based on works in the fantasy/science-fiction/horror genre, including Resident Evil, Star Trek, Aliens and Predator. She has also written a handful of short stories and movie novelizations. Her favorite Star Trek series is the original series, with her favorite characters being "The Big Three" - Kirk, Spock and McCoy.


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Kalem Apren could have been perfectly content with his current lot in life. When he had been minister of Hedrikspool Province, before the average Bajoran even knew that there was a Cardassian Union, there was always a part of him that resented the responsibility that came with his birthright. He had never been like Kubus Oak, who relished his power so comprehensively that it had devoured him, landed him straight into the lap of a traitorous alien presence. No, Kalem had never been one to clutch and grapple at the authority of his D'jarra; he had always thought himself more like Jas Holza that way, content to simply wield his title and let his adjutants do most of the actual governing.

How times have changed, he thought grimly as he wandered through the afternoon marketplace at Vekobet, in the central region of Kendra Province. Kalem had never particularly cared for Kendra, and had often wondered why the Prophets arranged it that he would be here on business when the Cardassians first showed their true colors. It had been a chaotic time, frightening, infuriating, terrifying. He had offered to help reorganize civilians in the aftermath, with Jaro Essa and some of the other Militiamen on the scene -- those of the Bajoran homeguard who had not been killed or absorbed into the false Cardassian-sanctioned new government. And somehow, he had remained here for all these years. He was fairly certain now that he would die here, too, for his new wife was from Kendra, and she seemed to have no intention of leaving. What was there left for him in Hedrikspool anyway? Hedrikspool had lost more than half its population to the exodus, even before the soldiers had come; the government had effectively been taken over by Cardassian political "liaisons," with most of the older civilians falling in line and the younger running off to join the resistance or subsiding into apathy. Bajor didn't need politicians at the moment; it needed leaders.

So now that he lived out a simple life in Kendra Province, with a beautiful new wife and many friends, he could simply resign himself to having been plucked from that uncomfortable seat of responsibility and deposited here, to a time and place where a former politician's roles were much less complicated than before. He still had money and resources; though they had dwindled significantly, there was enough to keep him in relative comfort -- relative to the suffering elsewhere on his world. He still had residual influence among the people here, as much for his role in quieting citizens in the aftermath of the first attacks as for his former minister's seat.

But he could not accept his lot in life. He would not. He recognized now how much he had taken his position for granted in the past -- he could have done more, so much more to prevent his world's current circumstances. But there was nothing to be gained from regret; the only thing to do now was to plan the next step. Because, despite the pessimism of many, Kalem had to believe there would be a next step. It was the only thing that kept him moving.

People greeted him as he passed through the marketplace; a few even stopped to shake his hand. He met the eyes of a man about his own age, a man with a taut, malnourished visage and a pleading expression in his eyes. Please, Minister, his expression read, please assure me it's going to get better. Kalem smiled at the man, saying nothing, but his expression telling him what he wanted to hear. Just wait. Things will be different someday. Did any of them truly believe it? Kalem knew they couldn't possibly -- they simply repeated it to themselves to shut out the roaring insistence of defeat.

Passing through the marketplace, he found his way to the residence of Jaro Essa, who had been a major in Bajor's Militia before it had been disbanded. A great many were slaughtered in the early days of the Cardassian attacks, and the handful that were left put in a very quick surrender -- much to the chagrin of those like Jaro, who had been in favor of a military coup since long before the Cardassians had announced their formal annexation. If only Kalem and the others would have supported his position! But there was that regret again. Nothing to achieve from it now. The Militia was a distant memory, as was any semblance of real Bajoran government; Kubus Oak and the others were a mere panel of Cardassian pawns.

Kalem represented one of dozens of former politicians and leaders who had sunk into informal law-keeping positions, men and women who had simply taken charge of things at the right time to have fallen into permanent ad hoc positions that seemed to carry lifelong terms, for who else would fill their shoes? There were no elections, no formal designations -- only secret town meetings with the few Bajorans who weren't too despondent, who still saw the point in trying to maintain government at the provincial level. Time and again, the people of Kendra agreed that Kalem, Jaro, and a handful of other volunteers continued to do what they had always done -- which was to prevent complete chaos from taking over in the wreckage of their cities.

He stepped to the door of a small adobe home, which opened to his knock.

"Hello, Major," Kalem said.

"Minister," Jaro replied. It was foolish, perhaps, that they kept to their old titles when they spoke to each other, but some shared grain of stubbornness would not allow either to acknowledge for a moment that it wasn't entirely appropriate to do so. Kalem entered the house, and Jaro shut the heavy wooden door behind him, first peering outside as if it would truly ensure they were safe from the prying of collaborators.

"I received the communiqué from Jas Holza," Kalem informed Jaro as the old militia leader gestured for him to sit in a cracked leather chair coated in a thin layer of dust. Jaro was a bachelor, too busy with his informal adjutant position to keep his home especially tidy.

Jaro was taken aback. "Already? I thought he wasn't due to contact us until -- "

"A discrepancy with the calendar on Valo III. We still haven't adjusted it satisfactorily to coincide correctly with Bajor's. I suppose we've been too...preoccupied here to bother with such trivialities concerning the outlying colonies."

Jaro never bothered to acknowledge Kalem's acid sarcasm anymore. He sat down himself, in a chair nearly identical to Kalem's except that the seat was split open along lacy cracks, the stuffing coming out in tufts. Jaro's things had once been sturdy and expensive, but time took its toll. "What news did he have?"

Kalem frowned, feeling disgust as he related the information. "News we should have expected. Jas has managed to make himself out to be some kind of goodwill ambassador to the Federation. They have no idea what our real situation here is, and it doesn't sound as though Jas has any intention of clearing matters up for them. He's enjoying his status far too much to make waves."

Jaro nodded. "As I've been saying, Minister -- we can't rely on the Federation to help us. Perhaps it's better that we forge our plans without the consideration of fickle outsiders."

Kalem shook his head. "But if the Federation truly knew -- if we could make it plain to them what the Cardassians' presence here has become..."

"They won't listen," Jaro said firmly. "It's possible that Jas did try to tell them, Apren, but there simply wasn't anything they could do to stop it -- not within the realm of their own rigid code of sanctimonious laws. We must not pin our hopes on the Federation, or anyone else. There is only us."

Kalem resisted the urge to argue; it would get him nowhere -- they had been over this many times. "What about Keeve Falor?"

Jaro sighed heavily. "What about him?" he said. "My own attempts to reach him have still been mostly unsuccessful, and you tell me that you have had a similar experience."

Kalem nodded in reluctant acknowledgment. Jas Holza was easy to reach, just as long as he wanted to be reached. He still had money, still had influence in alien trade partnerships. He still had a few warp vessels that he somehow managed to keep under the Cardassians' notice -- the Union paid little attention to what went on in the Valo system, too far away to disrupt their own business ventures. But it was another matter for Keeve. Valo II had fallen into dire poverty -- the people there were struggling just to stay alive, to maintain a few strained trade relationships. If it hadn't been for Jas Holza, probably the Valo II settlers would have perished decades ago. A reliable comm system was the least of Keeve Falor's worries.

"We should keep trying," Kalem said. "We should tell Jas to connect us. Bajor needs strong voices, strong leaders who will be ready to do what it takes when the time comes. Keeve is someone I know we can count on."

"If the time comes," Jaro said.

Kalem shook his head. "Major," he said, "we cannot think that way."

Jaro's mouth tightened. "You're right, of course, Minister," he said faintly, but Kalem could clearly detect the brittleness in his tone. They had discussed such things often, but still, the years passed and so little had changed.

It will change, though, Kalem told himself. And we'll have to be ready.

They talked over a few local matters -- rationing their allotment of winter crops early this year, a minor boundary dispute between neighboring farms that they needed to resolve before the Cardassian "peacekeepers" got involved. After a time, Kalem rose to go, shaking the old Militia officer's hand as he left, considering the wisdom of his own dogged optimism as he stepped out into the gathering twilight. Of course, his beliefs were not far removed from Jaro's, but he could not bring himself to speak them aloud, even if Jaro could. Even if everyone else on Bajor could. There was logic in making preparations to guide Bajor in the aftermath of a Cardassian withdrawal, and even if he didn't quite believe that the Union would ever leave them, Kalem would keep moving, keep working to ... --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.


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Product Details

  • Series: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine (Book 3)
  • Mass Market Paperback: 448 pages
  • Publisher: Pocket Books/Star Trek; 1st Pocket Books Pbk. Ed edition (May 20, 2008)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0743482522
  • ISBN-13: 978-0743482523
  • Product Dimensions: 4.2 x 1 x 6.8 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 7.8 ounces
  • Average Customer Review: 4.1 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (75 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #373,478 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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Stephani Danelle Perry lives in Portland, Oregon, with her husband and two children. She writes horror/sci-fi/fantasy multi-media novelizations and tie-ins for love and money, dabbling in the universes of Star Trek, Aliens, AvP, and Resident Evil, among others. The Summer Man is her first original thriller.

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This series just keeps getting better. Seeing the Occupation of Bajor is fascinating, especially as we follow Opaka Sulan's surprising spiritual "rebellion" of sorts and continue to see the Cardassian manipulation of Bajor's religion. From the cover, I expected Kira Nerys to play a much greater role, but the novel focuses more on the exploits of a few previously unknown characters and some old favorites. We get a glimpse of Dukat as prefect of Bajor and his right hand Cardassian, Damar, as they struggle to deal with the problems posed by the resistance as well as the intricacies of Cardassian politics. We also get a to see the discovery of Odo, which is done in a surprising way that, to me, fits right in with the feel of DS9. This is a very good second novel in the series and it leaves me looking forward to the third.
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Hollow Men, by Una McCormack, is one of those "love it or hate it" types of novels. It's a Star Trek: Deep Space Nine story that takes place during the series itself (as opposed to afterwards, as the latest DS9 books have been). In the series episode, "In the Pale Moonlight," Captain Sisko had to go against all of his ethics in order to trick the Romulans into joining the Dominion War, as the Federation was losing. The situation spiraled out of control until he was guilty of countenancing murder in order to get the job done. Hollow Men is the aftermath, and it's told in McCormack's normal style. Not many "events" occur, and the book lives or dies on whether you believe in (and are intrigued by) the characterizations and the internal aspects of the plot. Me? I loved it. But your mileage may vary.

After the events of the television episode, Sisko is on his way back to Earth to attend a conference, the first one that the Romulans will be a part of. Starfleet Intelligence wants Garak, the Cardassian tailor and ex-spy who performed most of the skullduggery, to come along. Sisko is being eaten up by guilt for his actions, trying desperately to justify them internally but hating himself more and more, and this carries over to Garak. Garak, of course, is concerned that Sisko will break and confess everything, and he's certain he's going to end up in a Federation prison. When they get to Earth, however, they get wrapped up in more intrigue, as an ex-starfleet officer turned peace activist becomes even more important to the entire war effort, and secrets that should never be revealed are in danger of coming out.

McCormack is the author of the Cardassian story in The Worlds of Bajor: Volume One, which I happened to love.
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The Never Ending Sacrifice was one of the best Star Trek books I've read. The story line was captivating. I couldn't put it down. Una McCormack should get an award for this one. The main character, Rugal, steals your heart from the very beginning. He's journey from childhood on Bajor, back to Cardassia with a father he never knew. He takes you through the Dominion War from a different perspective. I can't say enough about this book and I don't want to give anything away. A must read and enjoy!
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Wow! I too was captivated by Rugal's on-going story, although I (sort of) agreed watching the DS9 episode that he should go home to Cardassia. I was kind of irritated when, though realizing his birth father loved him unconditionally, he still wanted to go back to Bajor. But was so into the storyline, and it fits the teenage emotional level.
U.M.'s writing is excellent. It sweeps along from one believable happening to another. It was so satisfying to see him mature, and stop thinking about his own issues,though heart-wrenching, to care for his grandmother, and then his neighbor during the war. I would have loved to have seen some type of reconciliation between Rugal and his father. But like the title says, there were never ending sacrifices--Rugal's, his father's, his adoptive parents, the Bajoran people's, the soldiers, the Cardassian people's, their brain washed children, the survivors of all the ravaged planets, and even the ones that weren't touched. I'll bet when you read this book you'll be able to find evidence of more. U.M. shows how families can be destroyed by cruel ambitions and bigoted people. Then we get to watch in triumph as they rally to survive, and even prosper. How beautiful for Rugal to create one family after losing two. I highly recommend this book. Hats off to U.M. for her fine writing.
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Out of the three Terok Nor books, this is probably the most important to the characters we know and love. Kira and Odo get a great deal of character development, both together and separately. The fact that Kira could grow to trust someone who worked for the Cardassians was never completely explained in the series, but this book builds that solid foundation.

It's also a dark chapter in Cardassia's occupation of Bajor. After Lenaris's victories and the liberation of Gallitep in Night of the Wolves, you might be feeling optimistic. But things have to get worse before they get better, and Cardassia's efforts to tighten its grasp are both fascinating and frightening. Dukat's twisted psyche comes out in full force, as he punishes his Bajoran "children" and expects them to be grateful.

Where the first two books explored time periods we didn't know much about, Dawn of the Eagles has to conform to many episodes of DS9 and TNG which established events during this time. Perry and Dennison flesh out some (Kira's first arrival on Terok Nor) and mention others in passing (Picard's meeting with Keeve Falor). The results of these episode crossovers range from excellent to mediocre, but they can't be avoided.

One thing to be aware of when diving into this book is that there's a lot of plot. Even though the primary focus is on Kira and Odo, there is an abundance of plotlines which pop up. I was disappointed that Lenaris Holem was nowhere to be found, and Miras Vara only gets a few small appearances, but I suppose they might have drawn focus away from the main stars.

I found the last days of the Occupation to be especially exciting. It felt like Perry and Dennison tried very hard to reward the readers who stuck with this series.
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