697New multimedia gen zine!
- Oct 4, 2004Deadline for SHarecon and BASCon pre-con orders is
midnight, October 18. Deadline for Eclecticon pre-con
orders is midnight, October 25. If you want to pick
up zines at any of these cons, please place your
pre-con orders on our webpage as soon as possible!
Agent With Style
is proud to announce, in plenty of time for those
holiday orders, a brand new gen multimedia zine is now
'TIS THE SEASON
a compliation of Christmas stories written by
long-time writer and extremely talented author Sheila
Paulson, in varying fandoms such as The Sentinel,
Stargate SG-1, Real Ghostbusters, Buck Rogers, Quantum
Leap, Shadow Chasers, The Master, Blake's 7, Due South
There's also a *brand-new* Lord of the Rings story
just for this zine! Don't miss it!
* * *
A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE by Sheila Paulson
"So a friend of mine is having this big Christmas
party next week," Blair was saying. "And I can't get
out of it, but if you want to come, you can."
"A college party, Sandburg?"
"She's a teaching fellow, Jim, not an
undergraduate. It's not gonna be a bunch of kids."
"Your kind of thing, Sandburg. You go."
Blair's face held disappointment, but he masked
it instantly, coming up with a grin. "We don't talk
about prehistoric man and cultural differences between
ancient tribes when we party, Jim."
"Oh, no? I remember that thing you dragged me to
for Halloween, Sandburg. An old lady with *blue hair*
pinned me in a corner and talked to me about...what
was it? Cultural diffusion in Micronesia. For forty
Sandburg's eyes twinkled. "That's Dr. Spangler.
She never talks about anything else. She won't be at
the Christmas party. She'll be away for the holidays.
I swear you'll be safe." He was laughing, flinging
out a dare.
But Jim shook his head. "Thanks for the offer,
Chief, but I think I'll pass."
"Yes, sir, Mr. Scrooge, sir," Blair teased him,
cocking an eyebrow expectantly.
"I said, *I'll pass,*" Jim snapped
involuntarily, resenting the 'Scrooge' comment, even
as he wondered if there was truth in it.
All the fun went out of Sandburg's eyes, and Jim
felt mean. Knowing he was in the wrong tended to make
him want to take his guilt and anger out on the
nearest handy target, but he stomped down the impulse.
"Sorry. Look, Sandburg, I just don't do Christmas.
Don't try to 'redeem' me or turn me around. As far as
I'm concerned, Christmas is just another day.
Celebrate it all you like, just don't try to make me
part of it. I'm not trying to be a jerk about it, I
just don't do it. Fair enough?"
Blair nodded. "Sure, Jim," he said quietly. "No
But there was no sparkle in his face, and he was
far quieter than usual all the way back to the
LET NOTHING YOU DISMAY by Sheila Paulson
"I do not believe such garb is necessary," Teal'c
said in a disgusted snort, frowning down at his
"Oh, come on, Teal'c, where's your Christmas
spirit?" Recruited into the enterprise, Colonel
O'Neill had unbent remarkably. He was no longer a
Grinch. The teasing, ever-so-slightly silly side of
his nature, which only emerged when he was happy and
there was no danger, or when he wanted to help another
team member relax, was at the fore. He stood back,
head tilted, surveying Teal'c. "It's you," he said,
his eyes twinkling. "It's really you."
"It is not me. It is simply strange clothing. I
am not certain I can forgive you this," Teal'c said.
He felt remarkably foolish.
Jack reached out and adjusted Teal'c's hat, and
the wig along with it. "You'll do. Come on, let's go
show Sam. We just have to remember, it's all her
fault. If Daniel gets on our case about it, we put
the blame squarely where it belongs. Deal?"
Teal'c hesitated, then he realized O'Neill's
words were true. All the blame must fall on Captain
Carter -- for the idea. For its execution, he and
O'Neill had an equal share in the blame. However, he
had learned much since his arrival on Earth. "It is a
deal," he concurred.
"You look...great," O'Neill continued, struggling
not to laugh. "I wish I had a camera so I could show
the people at the base...."
"No. Part of the 'deal' was that there were to
be no photographs." Teal'c tugged uncomfortably at
the broad, black belt secured across his middle. It
was not too tight; it would not disturb his Goa'uld
larva. "This clothing is very hot," he added. "I do
not like it."
"It's only to get us in the door. Ready? Good."
O'Neill tilted his head to one side and studied the
finished product. "Great. Come on, Sam's waiting."
Captain Carter's delight in seeing Teal'c lit up
her whole face....
To find out how it ends, as well as read many other
wonderful tales, including a brand-new Lord of the
Rings story, get this great zine! 'TIS THE SEASON,
now available at Agent With Style's webpage
Dozens of fandoms. Thousands of zines.
Check us out! www.agentwithstyle.com