And the odyssey continues...

"McHenry, to his credit, didn't sound nervous. He seemed resigned, even interested in what it would feel like to plunge into a star."

This from the most insane of helmsmen, of course. The fun is still rocketing along, although it's clear that Cwan and his people have taken something of a back seat. there are new species on the scene and I suppose this is to be expected if, in television style, David is creating a series all his own.

"Why give an opponent an opportunity to stick a sword between your ribs while you're busy rubbing the sleep from your eyes?"

Calhoun's relationships (or lack thereof) are of paramount interest, and the day is saved by telepathy and sex. not generally a trek pillar, but Selar doesn't seem to mind.

"I would prefer that you do not puncture, wound, or lacerate any other parts of my body unless you have been granted specific permission for that activity."

Kinky, you might think - who knows with these two? They'll probably shatter all records - and one dreads to think of the offspring. it seems clear that someone's going to be having a baby in a few months time (or whatever the gestation period for Vulcans is).

And once again, we're off on another path of madness; this time to rescue a supposedly dead parent from a race who, because of their sacrosanct beliefs in life, merely keep their prisoners imprisoned until they die, rather than getting rid of them posthaste. Bounding with a dig at the French, wordplay, mindplay, swordplay and sexplay, a solid volume. The 6th isn't quite as long, so we'll see where that goes when we get there.