Stargate SG-1 Books
On a hidden world... Tyros – an ancient society teetering on the brink of war. A pious people, the Tyreans are devoted to the Canaanite deity, Meleq. When their spiritual leader is savagely murdered during a mission of peace, they beg SG-1 for help against their sworn enemies, the Phrygians. Initially reluctant to get involved, the team have no choice when Colonel Jack O’Neill is abducted. O’Neill soon discovers his only hope of escape is to join the ruthless Phrygians – if he can survive their barbaric initiation rite. As Dr Daniel Jackson, Major Samantha Carter and Teal’c race to his rescue, they find themselves embroiled in a war of shifting allegiances, where truth has many shades and nothing is as it seems. And, unbeknownst to them all, an old enemy is hiding in the shadows…
The goddess hunts… Just four days after Major Kawalsky’s death, Colonel Jack O’Neill leads the newly commissioned SG-1 on their first mission through the Stargate. Their destination is Chalcis, a peaceful society at the heart of the Helos Confederacy of planets. But Chalcis harbors a dark secret, one that pitches SG-1 into a world of bloody chaos, betrayal and madness. Battling to escape the living nightmare, Dr Daniel Jackson and Captain Samantha Carter soon begin to realize that more than their lives are at stake. They are fighting for their very souls. But while O’Neill and Teal’c struggle to keep the team together, Daniel is hatching a desperate plan that will test SG-1’s fledgling bonds of trust and friendship to the limit…
My enemy’s enemy… When a Crystal Skull is discovered beneath the Pyramid of the Sun in Mexico, it ignites a cataclysmic chain of events that maroons SG-1 on a dying world. Xalótcan is a brutal society, steeped in death and sacrifice, where the bloody gods of the Aztecs demand tribute from a fearful and superstitious population. But that’s the least of Colonel Jack O’Neill’s problems. With Xalótcan on the brink of catastrophe, Dr Daniel Jackson insists that O’Neill must fulfil an ancient prophesy and lead its people to salvation. But with the world tearing itself apart, can anyone survive? As fear and despair plunge Xalótcan into chaos, SG-1 find themselves with ringside seats at the end of the world… Special section: Excerpts from Dr Daniel Jackson’s mission journal! CITY OF THE GODS “Jack! What are you doing, why aren’t you…” Daniel stopped in his tracks and stared at him. His low voice was filled with apprehension. “Why is it so hot up here?” Dabruzzi ran past them without pausing. Jack coughed, then coughed again, clinging to the pain searing his throat, an anchor against a different pain, one he could never articulate. Something wriggled inside his cape. He glanced down at the miniature dog, Spiffy. They hadn’t been able to find the tunnel to the surface until it had jumped out of the cape and scampered up behind a rock fall. The animal had saved them, but it might have only delayed the inevitable. Jack reached in, unconsciously reassuring it with a gentle pat, feeling its warm life against his hand. “Our friendly neighborhood volcano decided to erupt all over the Stargate.” He swallowed the grit in his mouth and stood. Daniel’s eyes opened wide in disbelief. “What about Sam and the other kids?” “They’re dead.” Jack’s voice was as cracked and brittle as the cinders that covered the ground. “They’re all dead.”
Paying the price… In the action-packed sequel to A Matter of Honor, SG-1 embark on a desperate mission to save SG-10 from the edge of a black hole. But the price of heroism may be more than they can pay... Returning to Stargate Command, Colonel Jack O’Neill and his team find more has changed in their absence than they had expected. Nonetheless, O’Neill is determined to face the consequences of their unauthorized activities, only to discover the penalty is far worse than anything he could have imagined. With the fate of Colonel O’Neill and Major Samantha Carter unknown, and the very survival of the SGC threatened, Dr. Daniel Jackson and Teal’c mount a rescue mission to free their team-mates and reclaim the SGC. Yet returning to the Kinahhi homeworld, they learn a startling truth about its ancient foe. And uncover a horrifying secret... THE COST OF HONOR “Damn it!” Watts yelled from the DHD. “This is pointless, sir! It won’t stay open!” Standing up slowly, Major Henry Boyd glanced up at the twisting nightmare in the sky. It looked like some hideous creature come to tear them to pieces. “Keep trying,” he told the Captain. “Sir?” Lieutenant Jessica McLeod ripped her gaze from the sky, voice shaking. “I’ve been thinking about why the gate won’t activate. The gravitational force of the—” She stammered over the word. “Of the black hole would create a massive time distortion effect.” He stalked toward her, frowning. “A what?” “Time here will be moving much slower than back on Earth, sir. Much slower. The gate was probably open for half an hour at the SGC, but here…just a second.” Boyd felt his heart clench tight. “What are you saying, Lieutenant?” She looked bleak. “I don’t think we’re getting out of this one, sir.” Lucy. His daughter was the first thought in his head. Sweet, innocent, adoring Lucy. Her little arms around his neck, her delighted smile when he came home. Daddy! He swallowed hard. “I won’t accept that, Lieutenant.” Lucy, barely old enough to understand. Heather, having to explain why he was never coming home again. “They’ll find a way to come get us. They won’t leave us here.”
The enemy within… Bounty-hunter Aris Boch once more has his sights on SG-1. But this time Boch isn’t interested in trading them for cash. He needs the unique talents of Dr. Daniel Jackson – and he’ll do anything to get them. Colonel Jack O’Neill and his team are taken to Boch’s ravaged home-world and handed over to the insane Goa’uld, Sebek. Obsessed with opening a mysterious subterranean vault, Sebek demands that Jackson translate the arcane writing on the doors. When Jackson refuses, the Goa’uld resorts to devastating measures to ensure his cooperation. With the vault exerting an increasingly malign influence, Sebek compels Jackson and O’Neill toward a horror that threatens both their sanity and their lives. Meanwhile, Carter and Teal’c struggle to persuade the starving people of Aris Boch’s world to risk everything they have to save SG-1 – and free their desolate world of the Goa’uld forever. SIREN SONG Sebek moved toward Daniel with his easy predatory grace and stepped into his space, as if Daniel was a thing he owned. He was too close. If they made their move, and Daniel wasn’t quick enough…Daniel was standing as straight and stiff as he could, trying to match Sebek’s height; for a moment, neither moved. Teal’c’s grip on Jack’s arm tightened before his hand dropped away. As soon as the opportunity came, they were going to take it. “Your threats are meaningless,” Sebek said, and waved at the Jaffa, who leveled their weapons at SG-1. “If your friends mean anything to you, your choice is simple.” Daniel didn’t look at any of them. His chin came up, and he pointed to the Ancient inscription. “Do you see this? Do you have the slightest understanding of what it means? It’s a warning. It means whatever’s in there is dangerous. A warning from the Ancients is incredibly rare.” He leaned forward, nostrils flaring, gaze still locked with Sebek’s, and said, “Only a very, very foolish person would ignore it. Whatever’s in there is causing…this.” Daniel swept one hand around in a circle, indicating all of them. “None of us are immune to its power.” Sebek threw back his head and laughed with typical Goa’uld condescension. “Why should a warning from a long-dead race mean anything to us?” he said. He gripped Daniel by the neck, long fingers sliding around his throat like steel talons. “It is that power we must harness. So now you will choose, or we will choose for you.”
An eye for an eye… Colonel Frank Simmons has never been a friend to SG-1. Working for the shadowy government organization, the NID, he has hatched a horrifying plan to create an army as devastatingly effective as that of any Goa’uld. And he will stop at nothing to fulfill his ruthless ambition, even if that means forfeiting the life of the SGC’s Chief Medical Officer, Dr. Janet Fraiser. But Simmons underestimates the bond between Stargate Command’s officers. When Fraiser, Major Samantha Carter and Teal’c disappear, Colonel Jack O’Neill and Dr. Daniel Jackson are forced to put aside personal differences to follow their trail into a world of savagery and death. In this complex story of revenge, sacrifice and betrayal, SG-1 must endure their greatest ordeal… SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST Daniel shuffled over to Jack who seemed to be coming round, his face bone-white under a mudpack. “Love what they’ve done with the gate room.” Jack blinked up at the canopy. “Where the hell are we? Mato Grosso?” “Doesn’t look like Brazil to me.” Daniel sniffed, squinting at the blur of a monumental structure behind them. High in the wall, the gate formed the third eye in a stone-carved mask that placidly gazed down at him. “My money’s on Angkor Wat.” “What encore?” “You know. The Khmer temples in Cambodia.” “Didn’t know they kept a Stargate there.” “Uh, they don’t, I guess. If they did, somebody’d have found it by now.” Glancing at fuzzy walls and reliefs again, Daniel said, “This is amazing. We definitely need to check out this place. It could—” “Daniel!” “Hmm?” “We don’t know where we are, we’re hogtied, we’ve got no weapons or supplies, and we— Holy buckets!” Jack had finally turned his head to get a spectacular view of Daniel’s face. “You know, you’re… Nah, I won’t say it.” “Won’t say what?” “Uh-uh.” “Jack?” “I’m not gonna say you’re a sight for sore eyes.” “Very funny.” “That’s why I didn’t say it.”
The price of failure… All SG-1 wanted was technology to save Earth from the Goa’uld, but the mission to Euronda was a terrible failure. Now the dogs of Washington are baying for Jack O’Neill’s blood — and Senator Robert Kinsey is leading the pack. When Jacob Carter asks General Hammond for SG-1’s participation in a mission for the Tok’ra, it seems like the answer to O’Neill’s dilemma. The secretive Tok’ra are running out of hosts, and Jacob believes he’s found the answer — but it means O’Neill and his team must risk their lives infiltrating a Goa’uld slave breeding farm to recruit humans willing to join the Tok’ra. It’s a risky proposition, especially since the fallout from Euronda has strained the team’s bonds almost to breaking. If they can’t find a way to put their differences behind them, they might not make it home alive … ALLIANCES There were no amenities in the stone room they were left in by Va’ton and his Jaffa subordinates. No benches. No blankets. No pillows. Typical Goa’uld hospitality. There was, however, a big messy dried bloodstain on the prison cell floor. Daniel wasn’t going to think about that. He took off his shirt, bundled it up, and put it beneath Jack’s lolling head. It wasn’t much but it was better than nothing. God, he was hungry. Light-headed. More than a little shaky. The cut on his hand had long since stopped dribbling but it still hurt. He was reasonably sure it was infected. Which was nothing compared to the trouble they were in. Standard O’Neill reply: Don’t worry, Daniel. We’ve been in worse. Okay. Maybe. Once. Sitting in a corridor covered in blood, having just been shot to bits by a Jaffa staff weapon, on a mother ship rigged to the rafters with C4, knowing his wound would probably kill him first, knowing Jack and Sam and Teal’c were going to die soon, too. He’d survived that one. So had they. But even cats only got nine lives and he wasn’t a cat. How many times could he tap-dance on the brink of death before that final, fatal plunge? Please God. Let us be rescued soon. Jack liked to say, There is always, always a Plan B. “Not this time,” he told his friend. “This time, Jack, it’s a miracle… or nothing.”
Through the underworld… Millennia ago, at the height of his power, the System Lord Ra decreed that any Goa’uld wishing to serve him must endure a great trial. Victory meant power and prestige, defeat brought banishment and death. On a routine expedition to an abandoned Goa’uld world, SG-1 inadvertently initiate Ra’s ancient trial – and once begun, the trial cannot be halted. Relying on Dr. Daniel Jackson’s vast wealth of knowledge, Colonel O’Neill must lead his team from planet to planet, completing each task in the allotted time. There is no rest, no respite. To stop means being trapped forever in the farthest reaches of the galaxy, and to fail means death. Victory is their only option in this terrible test of endurance – an ordeal that will try their will, their ingenuity, and above all their bonds of friendship… THE BARQUE OF HEAVEN Jack looked around, through the little clouds of his breath condensing in the still, frigid air. Maybe this niche in the tunnel walls would offer a few moments’ respite. No movement showed in the passage they had just raced through. Ahead, another tunnel angled away into the darkness, offering at least somewhere else to run. His team gathered near him, faces turned toward the tunnels and watchful for any hint of pursuit. Carter balanced on her left leg as she scanned the darkness, denying the ache in her right ankle, twisted on the treacherously slick rock. Teal’c faced the opposite direction, alert as ever, yet his utter weariness could be seen in his slumped shoulders and slowing movements, his skin an unhealthy grayish hue. Daniel was leaning against the dank wall, the façade of stubbornness on his face slipping as surely as his body was sliding down the uneven rocks, his lungs now emitting little more than a distressed wheeze. His left fist was still firmly planted on the pain below his ribs. Jack shifted, vainly trying to ease the muscles knotted along his spine and the stabbing pain that had been his constant companion for what seemed like his entire life. How the hell did we end up like this? Movement flickered in the corner of his eye — Carter’s hand coming up and signaling they were about to be discovered. He sucked in a gasp of cold air, reached over and grabbed a fistful of Daniel’s shirt, helping his teammate as they staggered off in Teal’c’s wake — plunging on into the unknown. Within seconds SG-1 had vanished into the darkness, the eternal rock showing no trace of their passing.
No one gets left behind… Five years after Major Henry Boyd and his team, SG-10, were trapped on the edge of a black hole, Colonel Jack O’Neill discovers a device that could bring them home. But it’s owned by the Kinahhi, an advanced and paranoid people, besieged by a ruthless foe. Unwilling to share the technology, the Kinahhi are pursuing their own agenda in the negotiations with Earth’s diplomatic delegation. Maneuvering through a maze of tyranny, terrorism and deceit, Dr Daniel Jackson, Major Samantha Carter and Teal’c unravel a startling truth – a revelation that throws the team into chaos and forces O’Neill to face a nightmare he is determined to forget. Resolved to rescue Boyd, O’Neill marches back into the hell he swore never to revisit. Only this time, he’s taking SG-1 with him… A MATTER OF HONOR “Senator Kinsey has told me a lot about you and your team, Colonel.” Crawford’s voice was thin and nasal. It suited him. “I look forward to giving him a full report on your methods.” “You haven’t written it already?” The ambassador’s lips compressed into a humorless smile and the silence stretched taut. Daniel rubbed at a sudden knot in the back of his neck and saw Sam’s eyes flitting carefully between the two men. Like him, she smelled trouble. Sergeant Davis broke the moment, his voice crackling over the PA system, “Chevron seven, locked.” Jack didn’t move, holding Crawford’s gaze. Waiting. Daniel stepped back in anticipation, but Jack was barely in the safe-zone. He always had to push it to the limit. And then, like an undersea volcano, the silver-blue event horizon mushroomed into the ‘gate room, hitting an invisible wall mere inches from Jack’s motionless head. Crawford yelped and stumbled backward in shock, his helmet flying free and clunking heavily onto the concrete floor. “Holy crap!” he gasped, struggling for balance and composure as the wormhole sucked back in on itself and eventually came to rest, shimmering brightly inside the Stargate. Daniel smiled; that just never got old. Turning his back on Crawford’s alarmed face, Jack settled his weapon firmly in his hands. “Let’s go,” he barked, striding up the ramp. “Carter, with me. Daniel, Teal’c – bring the newbie. And Crawfish? Don’t forget your hat.”
A stitch in time… When a Stargate malfunction throws Colonel Cameron Mitchell, Dr. Daniel Jackson, Colonel Sam Carter and Teal’c back in time, they only have minutes to live. But their rescue, by an unlikely duo—General Jack O’Neill and Vala Mal Doran—is only the beginning of their problems. Ordered to rescue an Asgard also marooned in 1947, SG-1 find themselves at the mercy of history. While Jack, Daniel, Sam and Teal’c become embroiled in the Roswell aliens conspiracy, Cam and Vala are stranded in another timeline, desperately searching for a way home. As the effects of their interference ripple through time, the consequences for the future are catastrophic. Trapped in the past, SG-1 can only watch as their world is overrun by a terrible invader… ROSWELL “You.” The lieutenant’s nightstick swung around in an arc. He stabbed it in Daniel and Jack’s direction as he approached them. “Who? Us?” Jack said, adopting a well-practiced expression of cluelessness that worked so rarely, Daniel wondered why he bothered to try it on anyone. “Names!” Jack smiled disarmingly. “Ah…names. Mulder and Scully.” “Where do you live?” “Colorado,” Daniel replied, before Jack could get too carried away. “We’re just passing through town, lieutenant.” “Where ya headed?” “New York,” Daniel said without thinking. “Kinda taking the scenic route, ain’t, ya?” “But there’s so much to see,” Jack said. “Little green men, and flying saucers… Oh, and arresting innocent citizens eating in a diner.” “Jack!” Daniel hissed in warning, but it was too late. The damage was done. The MP’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Wise guy, huh?” The lieutenant grabbed Jack by the arm. “Outside. The both of you. You’re coming, too.”
Stargate Command's attempts to sign a treaty with the Pack, a race of gypsy space travellers, is jeopardised by a series of attacks from an unknown enemy. While searching for the perpetrators, Jack begins to suspect that the Pack are concealing a dangerous secret.
Killing time… Stargate Command is in crisis — too many teams wounded, too many dead. Tensions are running high and, with the pressure to deliver tangible results never greater, General Hammond is forced to call in the Pentagon strike team to plug the holes. But help has its price. When the team’s leader, Colonel Dave Dixon, arrives at Stargate Command he brings with him loyalties that tangle dangerously with a past Colonel Jack O’Neill would prefer to forget. Assigned as an observer on SG-1, hostility between the two men escalates as the team’s vital mission to secure lucrative mining rights descends into a nightmare. Only Dr. Janet Fraiser can hope to save the lives of SG-1 — that is, if Dave Dixon and Jack O’Neill don’t kill each other first… DO NO HARM Daniel glared at Dixon, arms defiantly folded. “I don’t care what Fraiser said. Fraiser’s not here, and she’s not my superior officer. You’re not my superior officer either, Dave. I’m telling you, flat out, we are not leaving that poor girl alone out there overnight while she’s sick and suffering.” Beyond the retreat’s open door the sun was setting, the Adjoan sky streaking from blue to pink. It’d be dark soon, and if he had to argue with Dixon till his tongue fell out he wasn’t going to let some stupid medical protocol get in the way of doing what was right. “Would you leave one of your men out there?” he continued. “No. So if you’re suggesting Lotar’s somehow a second-class citizen because she’s not from Earth then —” “Whoah, whoah, settle down,” said Dixon, a bite in his voice. “Did I say that? What I said was that bringing another sick person in here could increase our chances, yours and mine, of catching whatever the hell it is that’s going round. Because we’re not sick yet and I’d like to keep it that way.” “Oh for crying out loud!” he shouted. “We’re already exposed.”
The faces of evil Rumours and accusations are reaching Stargate Command, and nothing is making sense. When SG-1 is met with fear and loathing on a peaceful world, and Master Bra’tac lays allegations of war crimes at their feet, they know they must investigate. But the investigation leads the team into a deadly assault and it’s only when a second Daniel Jackson stumbles through the Stargate, begging for help, that the truth begins to emerge. Because this Daniel Jackson is the product of a rogue NID operation that spans the reaches of the galaxy, and the tale he has to tell is truly shocking. Facing a cunning and ruthless enemy, SG-1 must confront and triumph over their own capacity for cruelty and violence in order to save the SGC – and themselves… HYDRA “Off-world activation,” Hammond answered. “It’s Bra’tac’s IDC.” No sooner had he explained than Bra’tac stepped through the wormhole, heavy boots clanging on the ramp. Teal’c stepped forward, ready to exchange traditional greetings, but Jack put a hand on his shoulder, a subtle command. Bra’tac’s posture was stiff, and he barely glanced at either Jack or Teal’c. Beneath Jack’s hand, Teal’c tensed. “Welcome, Master Bra’tac,” Hammond said. No answering smile came from Bra’tac. Instead, he nodded to Hammond and said, “Hammond of Texas. I have come to ask for an explanation for your actions on the mountain world of the Eshet and to tell you the trust of the Jaffa has been broken.” Jack had never heard Bra’tac express mistrust of the Tauri since those very earliest days. The hair rose on the back of his neck. “Bra’tac, what the hell are you talking about?” “I am speaking of the massacre which occurred on Eshet yesterday — the massacre led by your team in pursuit of technology owned by the people of that world.”
SG-1 become enmeshed in a fierce battle straight out of Nordic mythology. Although unwilling participants, SG-1 soon find themselves fighting with the Vanir against their ancient foe - the brutal giants of Jotunheim - and feasting with them long into the night. But when dawn arrives, the team find themselves in a very different world. Although still at war, the Vanir and Jotunheim have advanced a millennia and fight with weapons of the 18th century.
War games… It was meant to be a soft mission, something to ease Doctor Daniel Jackson back into things after his time among the Ancients — after all, what could possibly go wrong on a simple survey of ancient Chinese ruins? As it turns out, a whole lot. After accidentally activating a Goa’uld transport ring, Daniel finds himself the prisoner of Lord Yu, the capricious Goa’uld System Lord. Meanwhile, SG1’s efforts to rescue their friend are hampered by a representative of the Chinese government with an agenda of his own to follow — and a deep secret to hide. But Colonel Jack O’Neill is in no mood for delay. He’ll go to any lengths to get Daniel back — even if it means ignoring protocol and taking matters into his own hands. FOUR DRAGONS Unable to stand, unable to sit, Daniel hung from handcuffs latched to the top and side of a barely four-foot high cage. He tried to shift his weight, crouching in an awkward position that did little to stop the aches in his shoulders and thighs. He’d heard about cages like this one. Communist China allegedly used them to torture political prisoners. After a few days, the victim’s legs would become swollen. In severe cases, necrosis can happen to feet, ankles and legs. Usually, the cages were set outdoors, exposing the prisoner to the elements. In Daniel’s case, the cage was set just outside the door to Yu’s throne room. So much for scoping out an escape route. He closed his eyes, exhausted. Other than a short nap in a cell on Yu’s mothership, he hadn’t slept in… Daniel wasn’t sure how long it’d been. More importantly, he had no idea if Jack, Sam, or Teal’c had any idea where he was…
The enemy within... When the Tok'ra ask SG-1 to save a tortured creature from the clutches of Apophis, how can they refuse? But the Mujina is no ordinary being - devoid of face or form, it draws its identity from those around it. All things to all people, it is a creature with terrible potential - for both good and evil. Their pursuit of the Mujina takes the team to a nightmarish world where human wickedness is at its worst - and there, the creature finds its home. Captured by the ethnically pure Corvani, Colonel O'Neill's team must confront the planet's insane leader, the Raven King, as well as a more familiar and insidious enemy. In this gripping adventure, award-winning author Steven Savile takes SG-1 on an unforgettable journey into the heart of darkness... The Power Behind The Throne Teal'c roared. Fifty feet from the gate the blue water of the event horizon ripped out of the aperture. The way home was open. O'Neill had done it. Teal'c saw the colonel go down again. The sucking silence that followed was hideous. Then both Carter and Daniel Jackson were yelling - this time the sound was primal and filled with fear for the fallen O'Neill. Teal'c ducked beneath a wild burst of fire from a Jaffa weapon, and ran, hard, fast, keeping low, his arms and legs pumping. A burning man staggered across his path. The flames consumed him, turning his flesh to blistered sores. Teal'c fired once, putting the Jaffa out of his misery, and was past him. He ran to O'Neill's side and gathered him into his arms. The colonel shuddered once, violently, and opened his eyes. "Go!" he rasped. "Indeed," Teal'c said, rising. He watched Daniel Jackson's back disappear through the gate and followed him. "We do not leave men behind, O'Neill. That is the law. But O'Neill had lapsed into unconsciousness.
Feel the burn On the abandoned outpost of Acarsaid Dorch Doctor Daniel Jackson makes a startling discovery — a discovery that leads SG-1 to a world on the brink of destruction. The Elect rule Ierna, ensuring their people live in peace and plenty, protected from the planet’s merciless sun by a biosphere that surrounds their city. But all is not as it seems and when Daniel is taken captive by the renegade Seachráni, Colonel Jack O’Neill and his team discover another side to Ierna — a people driven to desperation by rising seas, burning beneath a blistering sun. Inhabiting the building tops of a long-drowned cityscape, the Seachráni and their reluctant leader, Faelan Garrett, reveal the truth about the planet’s catastrophic past — and about how Daniel’s discovery on Acarsaid Dorch could save them all… SUNRISE “Colonel O’Neill,” Teal’c said, half turned back the way they’d come. “Men are approaching. If we wish to meet with Rhionna Channon we must evade them. I do not believe Pastor Channon would permit us to talk with his daughter.” “He’s right,” Sam said. “I got the distinct impression that she’s persona non grata among the Elect — especially with that guy, Camus.” “Which is probably a good sign,” Daniel chimed in, hands still deep in his pockets. “Maybe she really does have some useful information.” “I think it’s worth a shot,” Sam agreed. She glanced over at O’Neill. “Sir?” He was studying the map, memorizing it, then scrunched up the paper in his fist. “Okay, we meet with her and see what she has to say. But that’s all. We are not — repeat, not — gonna get dragged into another mercy mission.”
The journey begins After her mother’s death, Cassie Fraiser is moving on. So she thinks. But there are dangerous forces at work and she soon finds herself caught up in a situation far beyond her control. It’s a good thing Colonel Carter was keeping an eye on her. But while Carter rallies SG-1 to Cassie’s aid, events on Atlantis are going from bad to worse. Facing a deadly plague and a computer virus that’s shutting down the city, it looks like Colonel Sheppard’s team will provide rich pickings for the incoming Wraith hive ship. But sometimes events galaxies apart are connected in unexpected ways— and help comes from the most surprising of places. In this action-packed story, Sabine C. Bauer brings together the heroes of Stargate SG-1 and Stargate Atlantis in the fight of their lives… TRANSITIONS “I repeat, Colonel. What the hell happened?” “Uh…” Oh damn, he knew that frown. She was about to techno-babble. Given the way his head felt, he probably wouldn’t survive that. “Twenty-five words or less, and no more than three syllables each, Carter!” “Jack! Sam!” Daniel came climbing over the mounds of rubble, Teal’c in his wake. They looked a little singed around the edges, but otherwise seemed to be in full working order. “You guys okay?” gasped Daniel. “What the hell happened?” “That’s what I’m trying to find out. Carter!” “When the missile struck the car, the blast took out the gas pumps and set off whatever fuel was left in the underground tanks. Twenty-four words, sir.” She grinned. “There was a chance that some of the shrapnel might hit the chopper, but I hadn’t actually dared count on it. I guess there was a little more gas in those tanks than I’d thought…”
Terror awakes… Something lurks beneath the ancient sands of Egypt. It is the stuff of Jaffa nightmares, its name a whisper in the dark. And it is stirring… When disaster strikes an Egyptian dig, SG1 are brought in to investigate. But nothing can prepare them for what they find among the ruins. Walking in the dust of a thousand deaths, they discover a creature of unimaginable evil - a creature the insane Goa'uld Neheb-Kau wants to use as a terrible weapon. With Teal'c and Major Carter in the hands of the enemy, Colonel O'Neill and Daniel Jackson recruit Master Bra'tac to help track the creature across the galaxy in a desperate bid to destroy it before it turns their friends - and the whole galaxy - to dust… OCEANS OF DUST - excerpt "DEATH GLIDER." It was close enough now to be unmistakable; a glossy crescent howling down out of the sky towards him. As soon as he had spoken the machine unleashed its energies a second time; O'Neill saw gouts of fire spitting from its cannons. He dived for cover, throwing himself behind a boulder. There was a whiplash impact as a shot hit the rock, an earsplitting din of frozen stone superheating and exploding away in lethal shards, and bolts of fire were ripping past as the glider fired over and over into the plateau. O'Neill felt the punch of each blast through his boots, through his bleeding hands as he crouched. A shadow crossed him, viciously quick, as the glider hammered through the air over his head, and he heard the electric whoop of a staff weapon as Teal'c sent darts of energy lashing up into the sky. A shot connected, spattered uselessly off a wing. The glider flew level for a second or two, then rose into a smooth, almost vertical climb, accelerated into a blur. In a heartbeat it was lost to the clouds. "Damn," muttered O'Neill, getting up. He was starting to hurt all over. "That turned up fast." Teal'c had been down on one knee, trying to get a better aim at the fighter. He rose, slowly, eyes on the churning whorl of cloud the machine had left in its wake. "If the glider arrived in response to the distress beacon, it must have already been close to this world. It is likely that a mothership is in this system, searching for the Tel'tak." "And now they've found it. Thanks to us."
Past imperfect Stranded in Ancient Egypt at the end of the STARGATE SG-1 episode Moebius, Jack O’Neill, Sam Carter, Teal’c and Daniel Jackson are enjoying the simple lives they’ve forged in the years since Ra was driven from Earth. But life never stays simple for long… Back in the twenty-first century, trouble strikes the SGC. With one of their own people snatched by renegade Tok’ra, Colonel Cameron Mitchell leads the new SG-1 on a chase through time to rescue their friend — and to protect their future. But for Carter, Daniel and Teal’c, the greatest challenge is encountering themselves — and coming to terms with the consequences of their own choices. Moebius Squared “So this...” Cam gestured to the machinery. “This can only move us backwards and forwards in our own timeline.” “That’s my best guess,” Sam said. She pushed her bangs back out of her face. Her hair had grown out and was now caught in a ponytail at the back of her neck. “Just like Janus’ puddlejumper.” “I don’t even want to think about that thing,” Daniel said.“Or anything else to do with Janus.” He winced. “Sorry,” Sam said. “Sore spot.” “Damn right.” Daniel had only been out of the infirmary for two weeks since his latest brush with one of Janus’ inventions. This one had gotten him kidnapped and electrocuted. They all spun around as the gate began to activate. “Firing positions,” Cam said, crouching down beside the control panel. If someone were making a grab for Ba’al’s facility... The wormhole opened and stabilized, a glittering puddle of blue. Cam’s radio crackled. “SG-1, this is Stargate Command. You are to return to Earth immediately.” What the...? Cam chinned his radio on. “Stargate Command, we still have a lot to do here. Colonel Carter...” “Return immediately,” the voice of Sergeant Harriman said firmly. “Stargate Command has been attacked.”
All that glitters… Colonel Jack O’Neill wants a relaxing mission for SG-1 as they recover from Sha’re’s death at the hands of Teal’c and the horrors of Sokar’s prison world of Ne’tu. The trade negotiations on Saday look like just the ticket — until the pirates show up. Captured by rival bands of treasure hunters in search of the mythical Heart’s Desire, the team must fight to stay alive and to find each other among the vast mountains and ravines of a world where pirates captain airships and down is a very long way indeed. But SG-1 have deeper battles to fight. In the wake of his wife’s death, Daniel Jackson strives to rebuild his friendship with Teal’c while Major Carter struggles to accept the legacy of Jolinar’s memories… STARGATE SG-1: Heart’s Desire “What happened?” Jack squinted, blinking through watering eyes to try to see if there was any obvious damage. He couldn’t see any, although the upper side of the canopy was out of view. Still, the canopy didn’t seem to be deforming as he thought it would be if the lightning strike had ripped through its canvas. “I think we just found out that we do have lightning rods!” Carter’s voice rose a notch. “Did we get hit by lightning?” “Fix the drive!” “I’m trying!” Jack’s numb hands were slipping on the steering column, the metal slick with ice. He spared a glance down under his feet, and then let himself slide, finding his footing on the underside of the canopy. He scrubbed snow out of his face with the back of his hand, but the icy glove wasn’t much help. Anywhere that isn’t hot for our next mission, he’d said after Ne’tu. Just send us anywhere that isn’t hot. “I take it back!” he yelled, but the wind whipped the words away.
Truth and lies… With Earth’s Ancient weapons chair at the center of an international dispute, Dr. Daniel Jackson is sent to Antarctica to sooth diplomatic tensions. Meanwhile, General Jack O’Neill reluctantly takes charge of a radical new weapons chair training program. But when a natural disaster hits Antarctica, the future of the Ancient outpost – and of Earth itself – is thrown into jeopardy. Yet again, Earth’s fate lies in the hands of SG-1, but this time the team are lost and powerless to help. Trapped within a strange reality, SG-1 encounter old friends and enemies as they struggle to escape and stop the Ancient cataclysm that’s threatening to destroy the planet. The Drift “Dial us home, Carter. Now.” Daniel stepped to the edge of the platform. “Jack, what’s going on?” “We’re gating out of here, that’s what.” Jack rushed over to the DHD. “We’ll head to the Alpha site.” “Wait a minute!” Daniel ran down the platform steps. Sam and Teal’c followed close behind. “Don’t we want to figure out where ‘here’ is, first?” “Not really, no.” Jack jabbed a finger in the air. “Someone’s playing games with us and I’m not in the mood.” Someone needed to calm their normally fearless leader fast. Fortunately, Teal’c took the fall. “O’Neill, have you any memory of —?” “Nada. Bupkiss.” Jack’s voice lowered. “Me, either,” said Daniel. “The last thing I remember was…” Sam frowned. “Well, that’s odd.” “Carter?” “Sir, I remember who I am.” She gestured at Jack, then Daniel and Teal’c. “I remember all of you, but —” “Yeah, I’m having trouble, too,” Daniel said. “My long-term memory’s fine, but short-term’s —” “Gone,” Jack whispered.
Old friends, new enemies When Dr Daniel Jackson discovers the location of a lost Ancient laboratory, the temptation to investigate proves impossible to resist... In the lab, he uncovers a powerful device - a prototype technology designed by the Ancient inventor, Janus, to supersede the Stargate network. But when the Ouroborus device accidentally activates, it strands General O'Neill and his team on a dangerous new world where friends are not always friends and a terrible enemy is stirring. Now all SG-1 have to do is survive long enough to find their way home... Another thrilling adventure from Melissa Scott, co-author of the hit Stargate Atlantis Legacy series. Ouroboros There was a thrashing from the grass behind her, and Daniel joined them, his eyebrows rising as he took in the stone and its markings. "Ouroboros," he said. "What?" Sam gave him a wary glance. "The snake that eats its own tail." Daniel moved further along the side of the stone slab, studying the carving. "It's a symbol for infinity, and also for alchemy, for the transformation of base matter into gold, or matter into energy. And also -" He looked over his shoulder, his smile suddenly mischievous. "In Earth's mythology, it's associated with the god Janus." "Oh, come on," Sam protested, but it made a certain amount of sense. Everything they'd seen of Janus so far suggested that he was just that arrogant. "If he went to all this trouble to hide his secret lab, why would he carve his name on the front door...?"
The spoils of war The Goa’uld have been defeated, and the Jaffa are free. In the power vacuum left behind, the dark underbelly of the galaxy is fighting over the spoils. Among these thieves and rogues is Vala Mal Doran, on the trail of the fabulous treasure left behind by the System Lord Kali. But Vala is not the only one seeking the hoard. Back at Stargate Command, Dr Daniel Jackson has made a horrifying discovery — a doomsday device designed to exterminate the Jaffa who have dared to defy their gods. Kali’s treasure might provide SG-1 with the means to disarm the device, but only if they can steal it back from one of the galaxy’s most ruthless criminals. Of course, it’s entirely possible that Vala Mal Doran will get there first... TWO ROADS Jack was waiting at the base of the ramp, arms folded casually over his chest, when SG-9 returned. They had radioed ahead to inform him of their findings, and his eyes locked onto Daniel as the Stargate disengaged. Jack raised his eyebrows at Colonel Getty. “I thought I told you not to let him touch anything.” “My apologies, sir. I turned my back for one minute, suddenly it’s the end of the world.” “I won’t judge you too harshly. I’ve been on the receiving end of that myself.” “Thank you, sir.” Jack glared at Daniel. “First mission after defeating the Goa’uld.” “I’m aware.” “A nice leisurely temple to explore, nothing to get excited about except a few dusty carvings.” “I know.” Jack thumped the back of his hand against Daniel’s chest. “First time leaving your office in weeks and you go and find a doomsday weapon.”
MURDER AT THE SGC “What we know for certain at this point is that Dr. Oliver died of targonine poisoning,” Landry said, and Carolyn nodded assent. “The poison on the weapons he was working with killed him.” “So we’re talking workplace accident here,” Mitchell said. “I really wish we were,” Carolyn said after a pause that hung in the air just a little too long. “Certainly that’s what I thought when I first examined him. I just couldn’t find any signs of a scratch or a cut. Targonine isn’t absorbed through the skin – it would have to either get into his bloodstream through an open wound or be ingested. Which was my next theory, but I still couldn’t figure out how he’d gotten the poison into his mouth. Not until we got back the lab results on the coffee he was drinking. We sent it in just as a routine thing, just so we didn’t leave any stone unturned. As it turns out, that was a very good thing.” “There was poison in his coffee?” Vala prompted, when it seemed as though someone was going to have to. “Enough poison that it couldn’t possibly have gotten there accidentally,” Carolyn said. “Based on our analysis of what was left in his cup, I think someone must have scraped off the sticky residue from part of the weapon and stirred it into the coffee.” “Wouldn’t he have tasted it?” Mitchell asked. Carolyn looked at him askance. “You’ve drunk the coffee here, right? To catch a killer... A civilian contractor has been murdered at Stargate Command. Colonel Mitchell and SG-1, off-world at the time of the crime, are tapped by General Landry to investigate the death before it draws unwelcome attention from the Pentagon. While Mitchell, Vala and Teal’c return to the SGC, Daniel Jackson and Colonel Carter continue their search for the Sangraal. But when it becomes clear that SG-1 are not investigating a simple murder but a conspiracy that extends well beyond the SGC – and Earth – the whole team becomes ensnared in a complex and deadly mystery. In this gripping adventure, SG-1 follows the tangled trail from victim to murderer and the team finds itself and the entire SGC in grave danger...
The long road home… Reeling from the shocking revelation at the end of STARGATE SG-1: Hostile Ground, Colonel O’Neill’s team continues its quest to find a way home. But as SG-1 comes to terms with new circumstances, they find themselves divided. With tensions mounting, the team undertakes a dangerous rescue mission on behalf of their new allies – and O’Neill makes a decision that will threaten the future of his team. Meanwhile, fleeing the Goa’uld attack, Dr. Janet Fraiser negotiates a treacherous path as she and the other refugees struggle to survive on a barren new world. But she soon discovers that the most dangerous enemies of all are those who lie within…
When the only surviving member of SG-7 brings Kali’s injured First Prime back to Stargate Command, Colonel O’Neill and his team are called on to investigate an attack by the Reetou on one of Kali’s homeworlds. But when a sabotaged Stargate leaves O’Neill, Carter and Daniel trapped off-world, Teal’c must team up with Kali’s First Prime, Jacob Carter, and Bra’tac to rescue his missing team. Meanwhile, the rest of SG-1 is presented with an offer they can’t refuse – to help Kali negotiate peace with the Reetou, or see thousands of her people massacred as punishment for their refusal. As time ticks down to the fateful meeting between Kali and the Reetou, SG-1 must escape before they fall victim to the Reetou’s deadly subterfuge …
The road less traveled... After suffering a brutal attack off-world, each member of SG-1 fi nds themselves stranded alone in the Ancient Egyptian afterlife — and on a journey through the Book of the Dead. With reality shifting around them, Colonel O’Neill, Dr. Daniel Jackson, Major Carter and Teal’c must each navigate a treacherous path toward fi nal judgment in the Hall of the Two Truths. On the way, they will be tested to their mental and physical limits by their past mistakes, their greatest fears and their deepest desires... In this classic SG-1 adventure, the team must dig deep to survive. Their only hope of escape lies in fi nding each other, but in this place where nothing and no one is what it seems, who do they trust and what do they dare to believe?
Ten years after STARGATE SG-1: Fragile Balance, General Jack O’Neill has a problem. His clone, created by the rogue Asgard, Loki, has gotten into trouble — and drawn the attention of Homeland Security. But when Daniel comes up with a radical solution to keep the young O’Neill out of the hands of the authorities, General O’Neill must decide how much he’s willing to risk to save one angry young man. And his clone must decide how much he’s willing to trust the friends who walked away from him ten years earlier. As tensions rise off-world, the young O’Neill is forced to confront who he really is — and to decide whether his new life is worth fighting for… 30,000-word novella — plus a bonus 10,000-word short story/prologue (previously published in STARGATE SG-1 ATLANTIS Far Horizons).
Here come the girls… Vala Mal Doran, SG-1’s newest recruit, simply can’t ignore the plea for help she receives from her old friend, Tanis Reynard. And with vital intel up for grabs, Vala ensures SG-1 can’t ignore it either… However, as the mission quickly unravels, Colonel Carter and Vala find themselves bound for the ‘inescapable’ prison world Viaxeiro Caldera, leaving Colonel Mitchell, Teal’c, and Dr Daniel Jackson to mount a rescue. Meanwhile, Sam and Vala uncover a sinister secret on Viaxeiro which means they will have to overcome their personal rivalries and learn to work together to bring down the insidious faction which controls the prison world — preferably before their true identities are discovered. By the time Mitchell and the rest of SG-1 reach Viaxeiro, it’s anyone’s guess who’s rescuing whom in this rip-roaring Stargate adventure… EXTRACT “Yo, Jackson. Siler is offering lunch. Beer, wings, the whole nine yards, on him. Apparently it’s been a week since he’s been hurt, and he thought that required a celebration. You in?” “Uh, maybe. Did he say where they’re going? I’m still not really welcome in O’Malley’s.” Vala’s voice echoed through the corridor. “Dan-iel!” He closed his eyes and pressed his fingers to his temple. “On second thought, it sounds like we’re about to get busy.” Mitchell stepped aside as Vala appeared, arriving at such speed that she had to slam into the door just to slow herself down enough to get into the office. She wobbled on her feet a little and shook her head as she stumbled over to where Daniel was sitting. “Daniel. Ow. I need your help. I need you to convince General Landry to send SG-1 on a mission. It’s a matter of life and death.” “What mission?” Daniel said. “It’s a rescue mission. A mission of mercy! SG-1 does those all the time, right?” She looked behind her and finally noticed Mitchell. “Oh. Hello, Colonel Mitchell. You can help convince him, too. The two of you, how could he say no?” Mitchell enunciated when he asked, “What... mission?” “Calm down and use your words,” Daniel said. Vala sneered at him. “Don’t you patronize me! This is a serious matter. My friend Tanis Reynard needs my help. She sent a distress signal. She’s been arrested and she’s being held in a horrible prison where there’s no hope of escape. We have to go break her out.” “Tanis Reynard?” Daniel said, glancing toward his computer. “Tanis Reynard... why do I know that name?” Mitchell said, “Tanis Reynard, the Hebridian prisoner who killed her guards when their ship crashed on an uninhabited world? SG-1 ran into her four years ago. She and her cronies tied up Carter off-world and tried to use the SGC computers to find new planets to pillage.” “Well.” Vala flipped her hair out of her face and rubbed her arm where she’d run into the door. “We all have pasts we’re not proud of...” She looked at Daniel. “So you’ve met Tanis?” “No, I haven’t had the pleasure.” Daniel gathered his notebooks and stood up. “I was, ah, somewhere else that year. So, Cam, you mentioned beer and wings?”
I am within… Why was Major Sam Carter chosen as a host by the alien invader in the STARGATE SG-1 episode “Entity”? In this exciting adventure we discover the mission that led the entity to its fateful decision… Captured by the Goa’uld Lugh, Carter faces a hard choice: help repair a cloaking device that would give Lugh a dangerous advantage or allow SG-1 to be handed over to the System Lords. But all is not as it seems among the Goa’uld under Lugh’s command, and SG-1 soon find themselves recruited by underground operatives possessing a rare gift that allows them to infiltrate Lugh’s inner circle. However, it is a gift that comes at a terrible price—a price that may yet cost SG-1 their lives. Meanwhile, the alien entity continues scanning SG-1’s mission reports in its quest to preserve its own life…
Between a rock and a hard place... SG-1 faces a terrible choice. With the lines between friends and enemies blurring, the team must choose where their loyalties lie-and how much they're willing to risk to save their world. While Dr Daniel Jackson and Teal'c return to the refugee colony on Arbella, in search of allies in the coming battle for Earth, Colonel O'Neill and Major Carter discover a piece of Ancient technology that could change the future-and the past. But if using the device results in their own extinction, do they have the right to sacrifice their new friends to save a world they'll never know? In this thrilling conclusion to the STARGATE SG-1 Apocalypse trilogy, SG-1 must decide how far they'll go in the battle for Earth's future. STARGATE SG-1: Insurrection You still haven't answered Carter's question," O'Neill said. "What do you want with us?" Hecate paused for a moment, as if changing tack. "Very well," she said. "To put it simply, I need your help." The colonel barked a laugh. "And why the hell would we help a Goa'uld?" "Because we share a mutual objective." "Oh, I doubt that." Frowning slightly, Hecate tipped her head. "Wrong again, Colonel. We both want to free this world-this galaxy-from the Wraith, and to destroy the abominations that their queen is creating." "You know about that?" Daniel said. He sounded cautious, interested despite his better judgment. "About the Goa'uld-Wraith hybrid?" "I know a great deal, Daniel. Including how to destroy them-all of them." "All the hybrids? You mean there's more than one?" "There will be." Hecate swept her imperious gaze across them as if measuring each in turn. "There will be thousands." Sam's stomach clenched at the prospect, but she couldn't contradict Hecate's assertion; they'd seen the tank of symbiotes in the Wraith lab on Earth, they'd seen the Wraith being bred as hosts. Queen Shadow was building an army. "Janet Fraiser always believed that one day the great SG-1 would return to save Earth," Hecate continued. "Many doubted her. Many called her faith foolish and condemned her as a traitor. But now you have the chance to prove that she was right, that her faith in you was justified." Hecate's smile was suddenly very much like Janet's, full of quiet conviction and stoicism. "Your world needs you," she said. "How could you possibly turn your backs?"