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304 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published December 1, 1994

Overhead, the sky faded to the odd, faux-twilight gray of a solar eclipse. The trees surrounding them, which had rustled with animal life, went abruptly silent; a solitary bird released a tremulous cry that echoed off the nearby mountains, then fell quiet. As Picard stood gazing upward, Soran reclimbed the scaffolding against the backdrop of darkening sky, streaked with jagged, writhing energy. Once atop the pinnacle, the scientist raised his face toward the heavens; the glow from the ribbon lit his features, revealing the ecstatic, beatific expression of a saint.
In the gathering gloom, the wind picked up quickly and began to whip up dust. The ribbon neared, illuminating the plateau with unearthly light, filling the air with a strangely electrical charge, one that smelled of a recent lightning strike, one that made the hair on the back of Picard's neck rise. He instinctively backed away until his back pressed against the scaffolding.
There was nowhere to run, nowhere to flee. He shut his eyes, grimacing at the airborne sand that stung his face, at the piercing crackle of the ribbon, at the light so dazzling, so colorful, it pained him despite his closed eyelids.
And then the ribbon intensified beyond all human capacity to bear; he cried out in agony at its deafening roar, its sheer brilliance, its blinding beauty.
And just as suddenly, there was no Picard, no Soran, no Veridian, no self or other. Only darkness...
Sudden tears stung his eyes; he blinked them back, swallowed hard, found his voice. His heartbeat quickened with abrupt anticipation. "And René. Will he and..." He paused, marveling at the memories that came from some mysterious place outside his own recollection. "... Katya be coming?"
Yes, Katya. That was her name; a tall, red-haired young woman with striking Asian features. He had attended their wedding two years before; Mimi had been flower girl.
It had occurred to him that this was a strange mental state induced by dying ... but he was not dead. His flesh seemed to him perfectly solid.