Some say the line between good and evil is narrower than we imagine -- a divide as subtle as a mirror, and perhaps just as deep. To peer into its black, reflective glass is to know the dark potential we each possess, and we cross that obsidian boundary at our peril . . . into a world where we no longer recognize who we are or what we believed ourselves capable of.

In the late twenty-fourth century, decades after the fall of the once-mighty Terran Empire, the Klingon-Cardassian Alliance dominates the worlds that, in another reality, made up the United Federation of Planets. Humanity and its former subject races are now bound together by their shared oppression, slaves to their cruel and brutal conquerors. But a downtrodden few have found the courage and the strength of will to act. Inspired by visitors from another continuum to fight for their freedom, they have rekindled hope . . . and rediscovered an ancient truth: that every revolution begins with a vision.

Star Trek: VOYAGER ® A rebel ship commanded by a former slave named Chakotay attempts to evade pursuit in the Badlands . . . only to encounter a strange ship that was catapulted seventy thousand light-years across the galaxy. On board the craft are two aliens, one of whom has the potential to completely alter the balance of power within the Alliance. But as both sides of the struggle race to get to the stranger first, treachery throws all schemes into a tailspin.

Star Trek: NEW FRONTIER ® Following the Terran Empire's collapse, its longtime rival, the Romulan Star Empire, has absorbed many of the fringe civilizations spread across that part of the galaxy. One of the Romulans' slaves is M'k'nzy of Calhoun, a savage and unpredictable Xenexian who dreams of death . . . and who learns the value of freedom from the unlikeliest of teachers, a Romulan named Soleta.

Star Trek: DEEP SPACE NINE ® One fallen dictator's struggle to regain her power and her position leads to the discovery of a bold rebel plan for a decisive military strike against the Alliance. But while Kira Nerys navigates the dangerous road of politics, sex, and military intrigue that she believes will lead her back to reclaiming the Intendancy, cracks form in the rebel leadership, leading to a showdown that will change the course of the Mirror Universe.

About the Author

Peter David is the New York Times bestselling author of numerous Star Trek novels, including the incredibly popular New Frontier series. In addition, he has also written dozens of other books, including his acclaimed original novel, Sir Apropos of Nothing, and its sequel, The Woad to Wuin.

David is also well known for his comic book work, particularly his award-winning run on The Incredible Hulk. He recently authored the novelizations of both the Spider-Man and Hulk motion pictures.

He lives in New York.

Keith R.A. DeCandido was born and raised in New York City to a family of librarians. He has written over two dozen novels, as well as short stories, nonfiction, eBooks, and comic books, most of them in various media universes, among them Star Trek, World of Warcraft, Starcraft, Marvel Comics, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Serenity, Resident Evil, Gene Roddenberry's Andromeda, Farscape, Xena, and Doctor Who. His original novel Dragon Precinct was published in 2004, and he's also edited several anthologies, among them the award-nominated Imaginings and two Star Trek anthologies. Keith is also a musician, having played percussion for the bands the Don't Quit Your Day Job Players, the Boogie Knights, and the Randy Bandits, as well as several solo acts. In what he laughingly calls his spare time, Keith follows the New York Yankees and practices kenshikai karate. He still lives in New York City with his girlfriend and two insane cats.

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Kes tried to screen out the voices in her head. The blinding, agonizing pain made that rather difficult.

Sunlight shone through a slit in the top of the door to the room. Room, hah! In truth it was a closet, and not a very big one. There was just enough space for Kes's small form and one of the Kazon-Ogla. All the light Kes ever got was that sun shining through the slit, and that for only a few hours a day.

She loved it, though. She knew from the voices she heard in her head that the slit was intended to torment her, to give her a glimpse of what she was missing. But even that brief glance at the sun was the most beautiful sight in the universe for someone who had never seen it in person before.

The voices in her head were coarse and rough and full of greed and avarice. The Kazon-Ogla under the leadership of First Maje Jabin were not particularly refined or pleasant to talk to, but that was as nothing compared to their thoughts.

There was Raltik, who wanted to rape Kes until she talked. Kes knew every aspect of her body that he desired, every part he wished to violate. He, at least, was the only one who felt that way, as the other Kazon found Kes's pale skin and smooth hair to be repulsive in the extreme. For Kes the feeling was mutual, especially after exposure to Raltik's thoughts.

There was Nauris, who hated Jabin and whose aspirations to replace him as first maje were stymied only by his inability to come up with a good plan to remove him.

There was Garthik, who brought her two buckets every day -- one with a soppy gruel for nourishment, one for getting rid of waste. Garthik never said anything, but he looked forward to the day when Kes mixed the two buckets up, which he thought would be hilariously funny.

There was Kabor, her torturer, who had found ways of inducing pain in Kes that she had never imagined. Ever since he broke her arm in several places, her entire left side flared with pain every time she shifted her position. Her right hand was useless and throbbed constantly. And her vision had remained blurred for the last day or so.

Then, of course, there was Jabin himself, who was single-mindedly determined to find a way to the underground city of the Ocampa, to see if the legends of the paradise beneath the surface of this world were true.

Kes knew that they were, of course, because she had left that very paradise of her own free will. There had to be a universe beyond the enclosed spaces the Ocampa had lived in under the Caretaker's protection for so long. To most Ocampa, that protection was like a blanket that kept them warm and comfortable, but to Kes, that blanket was smothering. She had found a gap in the security field the Caretaker had placed for the Ocampans' protection and had come to the surface -- only to find that someone wanted in as much as she wanted out.

For months they beat her, they questioned her, they hurt her. She had lived a life of peace and harmony for all two years of her life, and had never known pain beyond the occasional stubbing of her toe.

Now, pain was almost all she had.

That, and the thoughts of the Kazon.

Were they any other thoughts, she would have welcomed them openly, cheered to the heavens for them.

The legends are true!

Jabin wasn't the only one who wanted proof of old stories. Many Ocampa believed that they once had far greater gifts of the mind than the simple transmittal of thoughts. Ever since she had come to the surface, ever since Kes had tried harder and harder to retreat from the pain and the agony and the suffering that Kabor inflicted on her, she had found her ability to read thoughts improving.

The sun sank below the slit. Kes's leg had fallen asleep, so she shifted her position. Pins and needles shot through the limb, and then agony sliced through her left side. She let out a wail of anguish that she knew the Kazon wouldn't hear through the big metal door.

One other thing distracted her from the thoughts of the maje's people and the pain, but she didn't dare dwell on it -- on him -- too often, for fear of letting hope become too strong.

Neelix.

When she had come to the surface, it was in the hope of finding new people to experience. Neelix had been exactly what she had been hoping to find.

She had not been expecting the Kazon.

Unfortunately, Neelix had not been back for some time. He had tried to ingratiate himself with Jabin, but his efforts had failed, and Kes had not seen him.

Kes would have cried, but she had no tears left. She could not let herself think too much of Neelix because there was a very real chance he would never come back.

And why should he? She was just some strange alien, short-lived by his standards -- how amazing, she had thought, when Neelix had told her that his life expectancy could be measured in decades rather than years -- and probably not worth his time. Neelix had a whole galaxy to explore. Why would he risk his life for her?

Because he loves me. He said so.

• Don't think about that. *

• Don't think about the pain. *

• Don't think about Kabor coming back.*

That, unfortunately, left her with little to think about.

Then she felt it.

Kabor and Jabin. Both were awash in anticipation. Kes did not think that boded well for her.

The door squeaked open loud enough to make shivers race up and down Kes's spine and her teeth rattle. She winced, causing her vision to swim again. The afternoon sun that had moved beyond the slit shone right into her face. She closed her eyes against it, unable to lift her left arm, unwilling to lift her right and risk further injury to her fingers.

Kabor came in and knelt before her, a huge grin on his face.

Jabin's deep voice echoed in the small room. "Where is the entrance to the Ocampa city?" It was the same question he always asked. It was the same question she never answered.

Kes opened her eyes and stared at Jabin, backlit by the sun so she couldn't make out his harsh features, which she saw as something of a kindness.

She said nothing.

Jabin folded his massive arms over his chest. Kes saw thoughts of pleasure and eagerness far beyond what she normally felt from him. He said, "Every day, I have come to this door. Every day, I have asked the question. Today, the answer will be different. You see, we have obtained this device."

Kabor held up two items. In one hand was a small square piece of metal, which he affixed to Kes's forehead. Four pins pricked her skin and skull, and she found herself blinking uncontrollably.

In the other hand was a large square box with a lever in the center. Kabor moved the lever one notch to the right.

Pain! White-hot agony coursed through every fiber of Kes's being. It felt as if every limb was being dipped in liquid fire, every cell was being boiled, every molecule was being electrocuted, every atom was being vaporized.

It went on forever. It was over in an instant.

Kes collapsed to the floor, falling onto her left side. Oddly, that was when she screamed, as much out of habit as anything. Certainly, the pain she felt when she fell on her broken arm was as nothing compared to what she had just experienced.

"Where is the entrance to the Ocampa city?"

Jabin's words barely registered on Kes's ears. Her breathing was labored, and sweat poured down her face. After she landed on her broken limb, she didn't move, and that kept the pain down, somewhat. The memory of her earlier agony, however, would not leave.

Still, though, she said nothing. While her people often frustrated and annoyed her, they were still her people. Under no circumstances would she expose them to these animals.

When her silence -- aside from her labored breathing and the occasional moan -- went on for ten seconds, Jabin nodded to Kabor. The lever, Kes now noticed, was back at its original position.

Kabor moved it two notches.

Nononononomakeitstopmakeitstopithurtsithurtsithurtspleasenononononothepainthepainitwon'tenditneverendsithurtsnonononononoNONONO!

Without knowing how she got to this position, Kes found herself facedown on the floor of the room, the cold metal pressing on her injured head.

Her vision swam. Everything hurt -- her hair hurt.

It wouldn't end.

It would never end.

Kes could not have that. Could not stand that. Could not bear feeling the pain any more. Could not fathom the notion of seeing what the third level might have in store for her.

"Where is the entrance to the Ocampa city?"

Her voice slurred with suffering, Kes said, "You'll never know!"

Then the pain came back, but it was only in her mind. White-hot spears shot through her skull and screams tore through her very being.

The anguished cries, however, were not her own.

Neelix had a plan.

He wasn't sure if it was a good plan. In fact, he was fairly sure it was an awful one.

Unfortunately, it was the only plan he had. As he applied braking thrusters to his ship in order to land it on the Ocampa homeworld -- a safe distance from Maje Jabin's camp, since the plan called for approaching the Kazon-Ogla on foot -- he wondered if perhaps he should wait another day or so, see if he came up with a better scheme.

But no, he knew that to be unlikely. Nothing he found in that debris field near the Caretaker's station prompted any better ideas, and he had to face the fact that the longer he waited the less the chance Kes would hold out.

She was a beautiful, noble flower, his Kes, and she had great strength, he knew. But she could last only so long against the maje's importunings, especially after he overheard that communiqué about the Haakonian interrogator that Jabin had purchased. He couldn't risk Kes being exposed to that.

Nor could he simply walk away. Well, yes, he could walk away, but he wouldn't.

Kes was all he had left.

His family had been killed, his people subjugated, his home lost to him forever. He had only his ship and a galaxy to explore....