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David R. George III
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After the disastrous events in the Bajoran system, Captain Benjamin Sisko must confront the consequences of the recent choices he has made in his life. At the same time, the United Federation of Planets and its Khitomer Accords allies have come to the brink of war with the Typhon Pact. While factions within the Pact unsuccessfully used the recent gestures of goodwill—the opening of borders and a joint Federation-Romulan exploratory mission—to develop quantum-slipstream drive, they have not given up their goals. Employing a broad range of assets, from Romulus to Cardassia, from Ab-Tzenketh to Bajor, they embark on a dangerous new plan to acquire the technology they need to take control of the Alpha and Beta Quadrants. While UFP President Bacco and Romulan Praetor Kamemor work feverishly to reestablish peace, Captains Sisko, Jean-Luc Picard, and Ro Laren stand on the front lines of the conflict . . . even as a new danger threatens the Bajoran wormhole as it once more becomes a flashpoint of galactic history.


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David R. George III has written more than a dozen Star Trek novels, including The Lost Era: One Constant Star, The Fall: Revelation and Dust, Allegiance in Exile, Typhon Pact: Raise the Dawn, Typhon Pact: Plagues of Night, Typhon Pact: Rough Beasts of Empire, and the New York Times bestseller The Lost Era: Serpents Among the Ruins. He also cowrote the television story for the first-season Star Trek: Voyager episode “Prime Factors.” Additionally, David has written nearly twenty articles for Star Trek magazine. His work has appeared on both the New York Times and USA TODAY bestseller lists, and his television episode was nominated for a Sci-Fi Universe magazine award. You can chat with David about his writing at Facebook.com/DRGIII.

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August 2383

1


Sela’s boot heels clacked on the stone floor, sending echoes along the narrow tunnel through which she walked. Two men from her security detachment followed behind her at a distance, their own footfalls adding to the cacophony in the enclosed space. Set into the walls at long intervals, lighting panels did a barely sufficient job of banishing the darkness that gripped the ancient subterranean passage. The recirculated air caressed the exposed flesh of Sela’s face with an uncomfortable chill, like the threat of an ill wind as the sun sets and the night impends.

The chairwoman of the Tal Shiar led her guards at a brisk clip, striding with determination toward a meeting she had never wished to have, but for which she had still developed contingencies. Her mind brimmed with broad facts and intricate details, with unanswered questions and necessary suppositions. Sela had always understood the possibility that she might have to deliver the report that she carried with her on a data tablet, and so she had planned for it, but she didn’t like it. To her way of thinking, the word contingency equated to failure: one need enact a secondary plan only if a primary plan has not succeeded.

But now two of my stratagems have failed, Sela thought, her jaw tightening. She remained uncertain how far back the latest events had set her. She had already lost so much time thanks to the incompetence of the Breen. Sela had helped the Confederacy purloin Starfleet’s schematics for the quantum slipstream drive, only to see the Federation mount a covert operation and eliminate everything the Breen had subsequently accomplished, including not only a slipstream-equipped prototype vessel, but all copies of the drive plans.

You will have to work harder than all the others, her father had always told her, and he had been right. As a half-breed, born of a human mother, Sela had found it impossible even to trade on her father’s rank and position—General Volskiar had commanded IRW Victorious through many successful campaigns—and so she’d had to work from the periphery. But she internalized her father’s wisdom, and never undervalued the importance of sheer diligence.

Before rising to chair the Tal Shiar, Sela had served as a personal operative to the praetor, and before that, as a proficient officer in the Imperial Fleet. Throughout her career, she advanced as the result of indefatigable effort, and as she did so, she learned the value of careful planning. But she had never anticipated the ascension to the praetorship of somebody like Gell Kamemor—a nonbeliever in Romulan exceptionalism, and an apologist for, and even an appeaser of, the Federation. And Sela never could have foreseen the string of events, improbable in the aggregate, that had allowed it to happen: the assassination of nearly the entire Senate; the descent of Shinzon into madness; the Remans’ successful struggle for independence; the schism of the Empire into factions led by Tal’Aura and Donatra; and the need for the Romulan people to accept nutritional and medical assistance from the Federation. Even after all of that, it had still required the deaths of both Tal’Aura and Donatra; the death of one of their likeliest successors, Senator Xarian Dor; and the deaths of the war hawk Pardek and Tal Shiar Chairman Rehaek—only then had enough opposition fallen to permit the elevation to praetor of a populist like Kamemor.

Sela reached the heavy door standing closed at the end of the tunnel, a bright lighting panel in the ceiling above it reflecting dully off its satin-textured metal surface. She reached up and placed her hand on the security plate beside the door, knowing that she’d already been under surveillance for some time. After the many lethal disruptions of the government in recent times, the Senate had increased security considerably—though not always visibly—in and around the Hall of State.

The scanner emitted a yellow glow as it examined Sela’s hand. On the screen beside it, her image appeared, along with the details of her service record. As always when she saw herself, Sela noted the alienness of her own features: eyebrows that hugged the lines of her eyes, the flatness of her forehead, the shocking yellowish color of her hair. She despised the human elements of her appearance, the details that set her apart from her fellow Romulans. Yet she had chosen never to alter them, never to surgically effect the changes that would allow her looks to fall within the Romulan norm. Instead, she let her differences drive her to overachieve, and she chose to project the impression that her differences made her better, that they singled her out as an exceptional individual among an exceptional people.

The door slid noisily to one side, withdrawing into the wall. Sela turned back to face her guards, who could proceed no farther. She nodded curtly to them, then paced through the door and up a set of worn stone steps.

The Tal Shiar chairwoman strode through the door at the top of the stairway and into a circular courtyard. Night had established itself earlier, and the silver orb of Elvreng had risen high in the sky. The pale light from Romulus’s second moon filtered through the windows in the cupola that topped the courtyard, draining the color and contrast from the scene. Between the doors that ran along the perimeter, white beams of light reached upward, the indirect illumination further brightening the area, but restoring none of its tint or texture.

Sela crossed to the set of tall, wide wooden doors that dominated the courtyard, to where a pair of uhlans stood watch. In the ashen light, the chairwoman could discern the faces of the two guards no more than she could the elaborate scrollwork in the doors. Still, she knew the names of the two men—Voster and Strak—and could run down both their professional and personal histories. The idea that power relied on knowledge had been a cornerstone principle of the Tal Shiar since its inception.

“Chairwoman Sela to see the praetor,” she said, identifying herself to the guards, although in addition to recognizing her, they also would have been informed in advance of her late visit.

“Praetor Kamemor is expecting you, Chairwoman,” replied Uhlan Voster. He turned and, beside the doors, pulled twice on a braided rope that Sela knew to be gold, but that looked white in the moonglow. Then he leaned into the large doors, which slowly opened inward, and he stepped aside. Sela passed between the two guards, who then followed her inside.

As the doors closed decisively behind her, she peered around the praetorial audience chamber. Gell Kamemor had inarguably altered the character of the place during the six hundred days of her administration. Although pairs of columns rose majestically all around the room, creating niches filled with artwork and reaching up to a magnificent mural on the ceiling, the once-regal setting possessed a commonplace atmosphere. Despite the gleaming black surfaces of the floor and walls, despite the throne that sat on a raised platform at the far end of the room, the large conference table and the chairs arrayed around it commanded the space and marked it as a simple, workaday venue. Stark white lighting buttressed the utilitarian effect.

Such details, Sela knew, had always troubled Tomalak. He did not go so far as to suggest that appearances trumped substance, but he did believe that such things mattered, particularly for somebody in Kamemor’s position. Sela did not concern herself with such minutiae, but she could not argue that the praetor succeeded in delivering a message with the refashioning of her audience chamber.

The chairwoman did not see Gell Kamemor. As Sela moved farther into the room, the praetor emerged from behind the dais, where an entrance led into Kamemor’s private office. Though more than a couple of decades past her first century, the praetor maintained a healthy physique, and her lustrous black hair had not yet begun to gray. She wore traditional robes, of a gray that matched the color of her eyes.

“Chairwoman Sela,” Kamemor said as she crossed in front of the dais. Never once in the many times Sela had met with her in the audience chamber had the praetor sat in her throne. “I trust from your sudden request for a meeting at such a late hour that something of considerable import has brought you here.” She spoke with an ease that suggested word of events in Federation space had yet to reach the Hall of State.

Kamemor stopped near the head of the conference table, and Sela strode over to face her. “I’m afraid that I do, Praetor,” she said. “Our observers have reported a major confrontation within Federation space. I’m sure that you are familiar with the Bajoran star system.”

“Of course,” Kamemor said. “That’s the site of the artificial wormhole that connects to the Gamma Quadrant.” She paused, then, with a tone of concern, asked the logical question: “Has the Dominion sent the Jem’Hadar back into the Alpha Quadrant?”

“No,” Sela said. “I’m afraid that such a situation might be easier for you to deal with.” The chairwoman lifted the data tablet she had brought with her and activated it. She pretended to consult the information on its screen as she said, “At the Alpha Quadrant terminus of the wormhole, two Federation starships, as well as the Starfleet space station positioned there, engaged in battle with three Typhon Pact starships.”

Kamemor’s lips parted, but she did not immediately respond. She reached out a hand to the back of one of the chairs at the conference table, as though to steady herself. “‘Battle’?” she said at last. “Not a skirmish? Not a few weapons discharges that might be ascribed to an accident, or to some overzealous tactical officer?”

“No,” Sela said. “The exchange of arms apparently lasted for some time, resulting in the destruction of the space station and all three Typhon Pact vessels.”

The praetor seemed thunderstruck. She stood speechless for a long moment, then pulled out the chair and slipped down onto its seat. When she peered up at Sela, her complexion had taken on a ghostly pallor. “How many dead?” she asked quietly and without inflection.

“We don’t have word on that yet,” Sela said. “But the number probably totaled in the thousands on the three Pact ships, and as many on the station.”

Again, Kamemor said nothing. She peered toward the floor, though Sela doubted that the praetor actually saw anything, since she appeared so deep in thought. Sela waited. Eventually, without looking up, Kamemor said, “You mentioned Typhon Pact starships.” The deadened quality of her voice had given way to a note of anger. “By which you mean to say military vessels.”

“Yes,” Sela confirmed. She expected that the praetor’s ire would only increase.

Kamemor raised her head and stared up at the chairwoman. “What were Typhon Pact starships doing inside Federation space?” she asked. “Other than the Eletrix setting out for its mission with the Enterprise, and the civilian vessels that have been allowed, there’s no reason—no legitimate reason—for military ships from the Pact to enter Federation territory.”

“We don’t have word on that yet either,” Sela said.

“No, why would you?” Kamemor said, apparently more to herself than to the chairwoman, but Sela took note. “Whose ships were they?”

Sela had known that the praetor would raise the question. Before she answered, the chairwoman pulled a chair out from the table, turned it to face Kamemor, and sat down herself. She glanced again at her data tablet, as though confirming the facts she intended to impart.

“The ships were a Tzenkethi marauder, a Breen warship . . . and a Romulan warbird.”

Kamemor stood up, holding Sela’s gaze as she did so. Then the praetor turned and walked calmly back in the direction from which she’d entered the chamber. For an uncomfortable moment, Sela thought that she intended to leave. Instead, Kamemor stopped along the wall, in a bare alcove between two sets of columns. There, she placed her hand flat on the wall, and a panel slid upward to reveal a communications console. She touched one of several buttons on it, then waited.

Sela stood up, but forced herself to remain calm. She considered it a possibility that Kamemor might call for a security contingent to take the chairwoman into custody, but in such a case, it would serve no point for Sela to run. “Praetor,” she said, “I do have additional information for you.”

“I’m sure you do,” Kamemor said without turning from the communications console, which suddenly blinked to life. Even at a distance, Sela recognized the unruly head of gray hair that belonged to Proconsul Anlikar Ventel.

“Praetor,” he said, his voice still heavy with sleep. “Is everything all right?”

“Anlikar, I want you to reach Admiral Devix at once,” she said, naming the man who commanded the Romulan Imperial Fleet. “He’s in space right now, but I don’t care how far he is from Romulus. I want a real-time connection with him before the night is out.”

“What’s happened?” Ventel asked, sounding more alert.

“Reach Devix,” Kamemor said again. “Then get to the Hall of State as soon as you can.” She looked back over her shoulder at Sela, then back to the communications screen. “I think we’ll be convening the cabinet, and then probably the Senate as well.”

“Praetor, what—” Ventel started, but Kamemor cut him off.

“Do what I asked,” she said. “Then get here.”

“Yes, Praetor,” Ventel said. “At once.”

Kamemor reached up and touched a control. The display went blank. Leaving the panel open, she walked back over to face Sela once again. “Do you know what’s going on?” she asked the chairwoman. The flatness of her voice made it difficult for Sela to know whether or not she intended her words as an accusation. Under the semblance of innocence, Sela chose to interpret them as a simple question.

“It’s difficult to know with the paucity of information we have at this point,” she said. “We don’t even know who initiated the fighting.”

“The Typhon Pact did,” Kamemor said without hesitation, her voice rising as her anger returned. “Three unauthorized starships in Federation territory. I don’t care if the Starfleet vessels did fire first; it was the Pact’s fault for being there illegally. If three Federation or Klingon ships arrived at one of our most important ports, what would you do? Invite them to partake of some ale?”

“No, Praetor,” Sela said, acting appropriately chastened. She had never seen the praetor so upset.

“So tell me, what do you think is going on?”

“My suspicion,” Sela said, “is that rogue elements within the Typhon Pact are seeking to undermine the recent lessening of tensions between the Pact and the Khitomer Accords.”

“If so, then they have doubtless succeeded in that goal,” Kamemor said, visibly appalled at the idea. “This is not the first time since I’ve been praetor that ‘rogue elements’ have jeopardized interstellar peace,” she continued, making obvious reference to the theft of the quantum slipstream drive schematics from Starfleet’s Utopia Planitia Shipyards—an operation that, unbeknown to the praetor, Sela herself had set in motion. “I understand the distrust and fear of the Federation—and of the Klingons and the Cardassians and all the powers we habitually call our enemies—but what I don’t fully comprehend is the desire to bring them down at the cost of Romulan lives. Let’s say that we could destroy the entirety of the Khitomer Accords. Even in the best possible conditions, even if every single battle turned our way, how much of our own blood would we have to spill to make that happen?”

Sela said nothing. She herself did not understand how Kamemor, so clearly an intelligent woman, could not see the tremendous threat in allowing the Federation and its allies to sustain a first-strike capability, which the slipstream drive provided them. If the Khitomer Accords powers—which included the overly aggressive Klingon Empire, a sworn enemy of Romulus—ever chose to press that advantage, the price paid in Romulan lives would prove horrifying. But Sela said none of that, knowing that any attempt she made even to explore the possible motives of the “rogue elements” would eventually bring her under the praetor’s scrutiny.

“And it’s not even a question of numbers,” Kamemor went on. “Even the loss of a single Romulan life—of any life—that could be prevented by averting war is worth the effort to establish and maintain peace. Which is why I need you to find out who’s coordinating these rogue actions on the Romulan side.”

“Yes, Praetor,” Sela said. “After what just took place, we may already have an idea.”

“Tell me.”

“The warbird involved in the battle at the wormhole,” Sela said. “It was the Eletrix.”

“What?” Kamemor said. She placed her hands on her hips and paced away from the conference table. When she had reached the center of the room, she turned back toward Sela. “What about the joint mission? Did the Eletrix destroy the Enterprise? Were the Breen and Tzenkethi ships in the Gamma Quadrant as well?”

“We don’t have any of those answers at this time,” Sela said. “But the commander of the Eletrix is Orventa T’Jul.”

“Should that name mean something to me?” Kamemor asked, walking back over to the table. Fortunately for Sela, the praetor left starship assignments and other such matters to the Imperial Fleet—though, when it suited her purposes, the chairwoman did not.

“Before being promoted to command of the Eletrix, she served as second-in-command aboard the Dekkona,” she said.

“The Dekkona,” Kamemor repeated. “That was the ship involved in stealing the slipstream drive plans from Starfleet.”

“Yes,” Sela confirmed.

“And so you’re saying we have our traitor.”

“It seems an unlikely coincidence,” Sela observed, knowing well that T’Jul had never been involved in planning either the operation at Utopia Planitia or in the Gamma Quadrant, but had merely been following orders. The assignment of Eletrix to the latter mission, though, and therefore of T’Jul, had been the result of careful planning. The chairwoman had not anticipated failure, and certainly nothing on as grand a scale as had occurred, but she had contrived to send Eletrix on the joint mission with Enterprise for the specific purpose of having T’Jul available as a scapegoat. That T’Jul had likely died in the battle at the wormhole only amplified her value in that role.

“I want you to investigate T’Jul,” Kamemor said. “Let’s make sure that her presence on the two missions wasn’t the result of chance. And if it’s not, then I want to know who her compatriots are—beyond the Empire, but most especially within it.”

“I’ll start on it at once.”

“Is there anything else I need to know?” Kamemor asked.

“No, Praetor,” Sela said. The operation had failed, but at least the chairwoman would not need to contend with the complications that would have arisen had any of the personnel or vessels involved been captured.

“Keep me informed,” Kamemor said.

Sela nodded her acknowledgment, then stepped back and headed for the doors. One of the guards opened them for her, and she exited into the courtyard. In seconds, she had picked up her security detail and started back through the underground tunnel that had brought her to the praetor’s audience chamber.

By the time she boarded the shuttle that would return her to her office at Tal Shiar headquarters, she’d already decided to move forward with her next attempt to obtain the quantum slipstream drive from the Federation.

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8 of 8 people found the following review helpful
5.0 out of 5 stars Nice use of Star Trek as a Cold War Tale July 3, 2012
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Being a historian I found that I not only enjoyed reading the story filled with some of my favorite Star Trek universe characters but that played out (along with the previous book in this series) a lovely Cold War story filled with historical parallels with our 20th and 21st Century Earth. The Typhon Pact led by the Romulans are in opposition to the Khitomer Accord allies led by the Federation. Will the detente between the two powers lead to peace or allow those who desire war an opportunity to advance their nefarious agenda. This story doesn't spend much time with Picard and the Enterprise but it is good to visit with them to see the interaction between Picard and his latest Number One in Worf. The focus really stays on Sisko and the choices he has made since returning from the care of the wormhole aliens. We get to experience great changes in the Bajoran system that will have repercussions for the future of the DS9 storytelling universe. Once again I hated to see this book come to an end because I was so caught up in the story. I can clearly hear the voices of these characters in my head as I read... which is pretty darn cool. I have some great SFX as I imagine right along to the plot. George has these characters that well written.
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3 of 3 people found the following review helpful
4.0 out of 5 stars Extremely well written story. September 6, 2012
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This story is a continuation of the 3 book in the Typhon Pact Series. It is a most intriguing and fascinating adventure and was fun to read.

I highly recommend this book to other Star Trek and SciFi fans because it's fun and it's hard to find good-looking stories out there.

BTW, the only reason I have given this story 4 stars and not 5 is because there have been other books I've read that were significantly more interesting. I strongly suggest the "Star Trek Vanguard" after this one. In the Typhon Pact, this book is one of the few good ones.
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5.0 out of 5 stars A must read for star trek fans August 6, 2012
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The last thing I want to do is to ruin the plot for anyone who's interested in buying this book, so I won't say much. What I will say is that if you're a huge of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, this book is a must read along with "Plagues of Night." You'll be completely surprised and shocked at what develops in the Star Trek universe.
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5.0 out of 5 stars One of The Best Books This Year. July 27, 2012
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This was a pleasant surprise. It was a book I really enjoyed. I found it to be entertaining and held my interest throughout.
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4.0 out of 5 stars Good, Fun Read With Some Frustrating Problems July 13, 2012
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I'm torn between giving this book 3 and 4 stars. On one hand, the book is well written and focuses extensively and primarily on the characters of "Deep Space Nine," who have been neglected in the Star Trek literary universe for far too long. A lot of times, it hits the characterizations well and furthers them even deeper than this novel's predecessor did. On the other hand, parts of the character arcs seem silly and contrived, and not very much in keeping with the spirit of the "Deep Space Nine" television series or the book relaunch that followed it.

Three character points are particularly troubling. Although it is gratifying to see Captain Sisko's marital woes arch finally resolved in this story, the resolution makes little sense. Mr. George briefly explores the concepts of prophecy and destiny, but fails to consider that walking a different path may still lead to the same destination. The absence of the Prophets from Sisko's life also feels insignificant by the end of the book, which is contrary to the idea of the series that Sisko had a long path the travel before he fulfilled his ultimate destiny as the Emissary. Moreover, the sorrow that Sisko was to have known being away from his wife was already covered in the show's series finale, when he was forced to spend time away from his wife to live with the Prophets. To return to the arch and explore it across three novels seems redundant. Even more alarming--and for me, personally, outright enraging--is how Kira is handled in this tale. It seems the writers and editors at Simon and Schuster have run out of ideas for her character, which is a shame after they did the same with another strong female character: Kathryn Janeway. Finally, the idea of Ro Laren as Starfleet Captain is simply ludicrous.
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5.0 out of 5 stars george's best offering to date! May 7, 2013
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While I was not overly impressed with George's Plagues Of Night, I was really impressed with his Raise The Dawn! George writes great battle scenes, and he did a marvelous job with all of the ups and downs of the Bemjamin Sisko family. I also liked the way he described the intricate twists and turns of Romulan politics. (For some unknown reason, I still keep envisioning Tomalak, the Romulan former Proconsul, as being a Cardassian! I guess it's just because he reminds me so much of Gul Ducet.)
Many familiar faces appear, mixed with new arrivals, in these pages. Without wishing to spoil anything, some threads are tied off, while others take on new life and meanings.
A famous landmark also will soon be replaced by a new one, for which I am thankful.
Altogether, this new George novel is a thoroughly engrossing and enjoyable read! I think he is finally stepping up to the first tier of Star Trek writers.
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5.0 out of 5 stars Its DS9, not Next Gen February 14, 2013
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This book tells what happens to DS9 and its people after the series ends and how their futures turn out.
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5.0 out of 5 stars ST:TNG-Raise the Dawn February 10, 2013
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I have become a big fan of the Typhon Pact series. The paperback was in great shape and arrived sooner than I expected. Thanks.
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4.0 out of 5 stars An excellent must read edition to the Typhon Pact series.
I read this as part of the Khitomer Accords Saga 3 book set.

A direct follow up to Plagues of Night, this story picks up where that story left off. Read more
Published 4 months ago by Richard
4.0 out of 5 stars A great read. I'm not loving the idea of replacing ...
A great read. I'm not loving the idea of replacing my beloved DS9, but it's good to have the gang back together again.
Published 5 months ago by Bobby Nash
4.0 out of 5 stars Important book to read in the Typhon Pact/post Nemesis books
This is a pretty good book but the main reason I liked it so much was that some long running story lines actually progress. Read more
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2.0 out of 5 stars so so
I was a bit bored with this star trek novel, which is unusual for me. However, it might just be me, expecting more.
Published 11 months ago by jeanne M.
4.0 out of 5 stars Star Trek: Typhon Pact: Raise the Dawn
I just received this book in the mail today. Saturday November 2, 2013. The book sounds like it will be a good read.
Published 13 months ago by Goddess Anjanee
4.0 out of 5 stars Ds9 lives again
must read for Star Trek Ds9 fans, I enjoy it! have to read along with the 1st book. just wish it was a little longer.
Published 15 months ago by Darius r mitchell
4.0 out of 5 stars Pretty good story
I am about half way through and it is a decent book so far. I like how it ties some old DS9 and Next Generation stories together and continues.
Published 15 months ago by Chris
5.0 out of 5 stars Loved it
Best book of the Typhon Pact series. This one and the previous are excellent examples of Star Trek. Real Drama with wonderfully developed characters. Excellent plot. Read more
Published 15 months ago by Aaron Richardson
4.0 out of 5 stars This Was a Great Story!
David George did an excellent job of integrating many of the TNG and DS9 characters we know and love into the same story, without getting bogged down by their individual traits,... Read more
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