stargate sg-1 foundations | issue 1 description


- rated from G - R
- 8.5" x 11" full size fanzine
- 200+ pages of text, AGaramond 12pt font
- spiral binding
- cardstock full color cover and backing

Currently sold out with Pyramids Press. Reprints are available with Agent With Style at: http://www.agentwithstyle.com.

Business as Usual | written by ETS

He thought he heard Jack call his name as he screamed in response to the crushing weight of stone on top of him. A second passed before shearing pain radiated from his left thigh and right shoulder. As the sand wave moved past the destroyed temple, more flaming intense pain caused by the shifting weight crushing him overwhelmed Daniel's senses and blackness swallowed him.

Choices Made | written by Elyse Dickenson

O'Neill's shout was cut off as bodies plowed into the back of his knees and knocked him off his feet. A smothering pressure enveloped and crushed him. Blackness consumed him, blotting out the all too real fear he was going to die.

Honor The Night | written by Sheila Paulson

The whoosh of the arrow sailing past O'Neill created a breeze he could feel so closely did it miss him. When he heard the sickening thunk of sound and heard the choked-off cry of pain from Daniel, Jack's stomach twisted into an impossible knot. Daniel pitched forward and sprawled face down in the dust of the square, the arrow protruding from his back, his pack flung beside him.

Time | written by Nancy Richardson

Jack slammed the phone down, visibly shaking. He didn't know why he was so angry with Daniel. True, he hadn't slept in days, but he didn't know if that was a cause or an effect. Dr. Janet Fraiser had prescribed medication for his insomnia, but what he really needed was an antidote for Daniel Jackson. Simply put, the man was driving him nuts.

Scorched Souls | written by Brenda Anders

At first Jack thought it was the sound of thunder. The weather had deteriorated rapidly in the last couple of hours, and the little rainstorm of earlier had turned into a nasty one with howling wind, sheets of rain, and rolling thunder that rattled the windows in the old cabin. He'd fallen asleep on the couch in front of the fire, and frowned as he heard the sound again. Damn, that wasn't thunder, that was -

Also including stories from K Hanna Korossy, Kaz, Pho, and many more. Over 200 pages with illustrations.