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In Print & PDF formats "The Fire and Ice Affair" Man from U.N.C.L.E. fanzine
katlady72001
You’ll find non-stop action and bone-chilling adventure in this Man from U.N.C.L.E. fanzine! "The Fire and Ice Affair" takes place in 1960's Russia. A 76-page gen story, it was written in 2014, based on the TV-series. Priced at $14.00 US postage paid for a print copy and $5.00 for a PDF copy, I accept checks and money orders (bank or postal) in payment. The PDF copy is "read only" and cannot be printed. It can be read on your iPad, Kindle, and computer. If you want to order a copy of "The Fire and Ice Affair," just let me know. Thanks! katlady72001@...
Plot: When Napoleon and Illya head to Moscow on vacation, they encounter not only a murderous jewel thief and a Siberian penal colony, but also a THRUSH scientist’s deadly experiment.
Excerpt: "Looking around, Illya saw he was alone, walking through the snow in Gorky Park. It was bitterly cold, and he turned up the collar of his suit coat. Gusting wind blew against him, and his face felt frigidly cold, and his fingers burned. He paused to blow warm air on his hands and rub them together. Staring at a deserted rowboat frozen in the iced-over pond, he heard a rifle discharging in the distance. Where was Napoleon?
Fumbling inside his suit coat, he searched for his gun, but the holster was empty. He walked cautiously forward, eyes squinting through flurries, searching for possible danger. Crunching in the snow behind him made him jerk around to focus on a clown with a yellow-toothed grin and a sickle sword in its hand. The air was suddenly filled with the sound of ear-splitting banging and the smell of rotting flesh. Putting his hands over his ears and filled with repulsion, Illya backed away, but the clown advanced making swishing motions with the sickle sword.
Illya took off running. With his shoe soles slipping in the snow and his heart hammering, his eyes searched desperately for a safe shelter. Then in a heartbeat the banging stopped, and he found himself alone in a shadowy room, with the only light coming from a single light bulb fixture dangling from the ceiling. It was eerily quiet, and he could hear the hollow sound of his shoe soles against the concrete floor as he walked the perimeter of the solid brick walls. Spotting three doors in the far wall, he stopped in front of one and contemplated opening it. Hesitantly, he reached out. The brass knob felt cold against his sweaty palm.
Drawing in his breath, he turned his hand to the right. A click was heard, and the door opened. Stepping inside, he saw the clown’s pale, green eyes literally glowing like a demon’s . . ."
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Still in print & pdf "The World is Your Oyster Affair"
katlady72001
You'll enjoy a fast-paced, exciting adventure when you read The Man from U.N.C.L.E. zine “The World is Your Oyster Affair.” An 81-page gen story, written in 2010, is based on the TV-series. A gripping adventure, it begins at the Statue of Liberty and climaxes in Bora Bora. Priced at $15.00 US postage paid for a print copy and $5.00 for a PDF copy. The PDF copy is "read only" and cannot be printed. It can be read on your iPad, Kindle, and computer. I accept checks and money orders (bank or postal) in payment. If you want to order a copy, just let me know. Thanks! katlady72001@...
Plot: After a near-death experience at the Statue of Liberty, Napoleon and Illya head to Bora Bora for a spur-of-the-moment vacation. They're anticipating R & R on the exotic paradise, but they soon discover murder and mayhem are lurking there.
Excerpt: Chewing thoughtfully on his bottom lip, Illya judged the distance too far to swim, but he couldn’t stay aboard the trawler, his disappearance from the hold would be discovered shortly. He was forced to make a risky, but necessary decision and moved aft. Jackknifing off the stern, his belly hit the water hard and he sank like a cannonball. He was almost out of breath when he swam to the surface to fill his aching lungs.
Unfortunately, his captors chose that moment to glance over the railing and saw his head pop up. Simultaneously they drew their guns, and soon a barrage of bullets rained down that sent Illya diving for cover.
Rowing with strong, broad strokes, Napoleon was closing the distance, when he saw two out-of-focus figures at the railing. A minute later, he realized that they were rapid firing at the water, and following the direction of the gun barrels, he saw someone surface, someone with plastered blond hair on their head. Illya!
Using the crawl stroke to swim out of fire range, Illya soon had more than bullets to worry about, when a shark fin suddenly appeared a few feet to his right. He veered sharply to the left, pushing his nearly spent body to propel forward, knowing that eventually either exhaustion or the shark would be the cause of his death. And then he heard a familiar voice shouting. Squinting against the blinding glare of the sun that shone on the water, he saw Napoleon rowing toward him.
Putting the oars aside, Napoleon held out his hand. “Get in the boat!”
Illya needed no further urging; he grabbed the offered hand and held on for dear life. Strengthening his hold with his free hand around his partner’s elbow, with two strong tugs, Napoleon had him safely in the rowboat. Kuryakin was soaking wet and gasping for breath, but he counted himself lucky. Thankfully only his stress level, and not his body, was cut in half.
The shark circled the rowboat, before disappearing in the deep waters. It soon became apparent, however, that it wasn’t giving up now that there were two potential meals. A minute later there was a thud beneath the stern, followed by a lurch and a strong rocking motion began.
“Dammit, it’s trying to knock the boat over!” Napoleon shouted, grabbing the shotgun . . .
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Happy Easter
It's easier to have an incident than to fake one.
-David Kaplan
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In print & pdf formats "The Rainbow's End Affair"
katlady72001
  "The Rainbow’s End Affair.” Print and PDF format copies available. A 63-page gen story, written in 2008, it is based on the Man from U.N.C.L.E. TV-series. Join Illya and Napoleon on their undercover mission and encounter heartbeat action and danger in the primeval rainforest. The story is priced at $14.00 US postage paid for a print copy and $5.00 for a PDF copy. The PDF copy is "read only" and cannot be printed. It can be read on your iPad, Kindle, and computer. I accept checks and money orders (bank or postal) in payment. If you want to order a copy, just let me know. Thanks! katlady72001@...Plot: When their undercover duties send Napoleon and Illya to the wild Borneo jungle, they must battle THRUSH's Doctor "Grim" Reaper in his little lab of horrors.
Excerpt: Soon the voices became inaudible, and then faded as the men moved away again. Illya rest the back of his head against the tree. His nerves were on edge. He touched his chest lightly. It was damp, the claw wounds were bleeding. Hearing rustling nearby, his heart skipped a beat. Was the leopard stalking him too?
He forced himself back to his feet, slowly moving away from the area. His legs felt heavy as he plodded along. The foliage was becoming denser, harder to navigate. Pulling apart twisted jute vines, he eased his lean body past and gamely pressed on.
Approximately a mile later, however, he stopped dead in his tracks—something or someone was approaching. He listened carefully, his pulse quickening. Wavering on unsteady feet, he braced himself. Would the leopard or THRUSH agents appear? A figure emerged from the shadows . . .
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print & pdf copies of my Man from U.N.C.L.E. fanzine "The Grand Illusion Affair" are available!
katlady72001
"The Grand Illusion Affair." Print and PDF format copies available. A 66-page gen story, it is based on the Man from U.N.C.L.E. TV-series. Written in 2004, this is an exciting, action-packed spy adventure priced at $14.00 US postage paid for a print copy and $5.00 for a PDF copy. The PDF copy is "read only" and cannot be printed. It can be read on your iPad, Kindle, and computer. I accept checks and money orders (bank or postal) in payment. If you want to order a copy, just let me know. Thanks! katlady72001@...
Plot: When the magic act of Maurice & partner arrives in Manhattan, it soon becomes obvious that magic and espionage are a deadly mix. And when U.N.C.L.E. and THRUSH end up on the same seek-and-recover mission to find the microfilm of a cloaking device, Napoleon and Illya are caught dangerously in the middle.
Excerpt: Illya squatted down and began to rummage through the debris, hoping to find an object that could conceal the strip of microfilm. Sighing in defeat, he stood up. Immediately, he took the silver pen-communicator from his breast pocket and activated it.
“Open Channel D.”
“Go ahead, Illya.”
“Napoleon, I won’t have to check the furniture. It appears THRUSH saved me the time and trouble.”
“Please don’t tell me they found the microfilm.”
“That I wouldn’t know. But, I can tell you that what they left behind in the dressing room could be sifted through a piece of wire mesh.”
“Have you checked everywhere?”
“I haven’t checked the equipment room, though I doubt Riviere left the microfilm there. He probably chose a safer, more accessible place. There’s a trunk that I haven’t searched,” Illya said, making his way to the doorway.
“Well, check it out. I thoroughly searched his suitcases and the hotel suite, including the furniture. His gun, I.D. card, and communicator are here, but not the microfilm.”
“What about Boushay? Does he have any ideas?” Illya walked out the door.
“He’s in the sitting room, reading a book. Frankly, he hasn’t been much help.”
“Hold on while I check that trunk.” Illya slipped the communicator into his trench coat pocket.
The antiqued humpback trunk might be their last hope. It was locked. A small metal file stashed inside a concealed pocket stitched into the back of his belt was retrieved. Placing it into the keyhole, he made quick work of jimmying the locking mechanism. He put the file back into its hiding place before again turning his attention to the trunk. When the lid was raised, he shook his head. At least the search wasn’t a complete waste of time. The trunk wasn’t empty.
He pulled out his communicator. “I have some good news and some bad news, Napoleon.”
“What’s the good news?”
“I finally turned up something, THRUSH left behind a calling card.”
“Not the microfilm of course. The calling card, that’s the bad news?”
“Especially to the dead body in the trunk.”
Illya looked down at the plump man. Literally folded in half to stuff inside the confines of the trunk, his eyes were permanently etched with shock. A bullet hole in his forehead spouted blood, drenching his remaining features, including the cigar wedged between his clenched teeth.
Over the transmission Illya heard a gasp of anguish before Napoleon replied, “Boushay’s decided to take an interest after all. He heard you mention a dead body. Is it Riviere?”
“No, even in this state, I’d recognize him from the newspaper photo. Give me a second and I’ll check his wallet for I.D.”
Illya slid his hand between the trunk wall and the man’s bent back. He pulled the wallet from a rear pocket. Thumbing through the plastic inserts, he stopped at a driver’s license.
“It’s the theater manager, Frederick Patrick Turney. I saw his name on a sign in the lobby.”
“Sounds like we’ve reached a dead end, no pun intended. I’ll alert Mr. Waverly. He’ll have the coroner notified.”
Illya was about to reply when he heard the scuff of shoe soles on the concrete floor behind him. He nonchalantly tossed the wallet into the trunk, then slowly slipped a hand inside his suit coat, fingers automatically wrapping around the butt of the U.N.C.L.E. Special in his shoulder holster. But, before he could pull it out, something hard came crashing down onto the back of his head.
Sharp pain, followed by a dizzy sensation, gave way to a weakness in his knees. He was vaguely aware that the communicator was no longer in his hand and heard the hollow sound as it struck the floor. Knees buckling, he pitched forward and a split second later, all his senses shut down and blackness enveloped him . . .
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Happy Kwanzaa
It's easier to have an incident than to fake one.
-David Kaplan
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Merry Christmas
#playboyseden It's easier to have an incident than to fake one.
-David Kaplan
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Merry Christmas
It's easier to have an incident than to fake one.
-David Kaplan
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Merry Christmas
It's easier to have an incident than to fake one.
-David Kaplan
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Heather Menzies
Happy Holidays to all the members of this group and on this December 24th, I can't help but think of Heather Menzies. We lost her 4 years ago. #heathermenziesurich It's easier to have an incident than to fake one.
-David Kaplan
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Still in Print and PDF "The Dreams of the Demon Affair" Man From U.N.C.L.E. fanzine
katlady72001
A great Christmas gift for yourself or favorite Napoleon and Illya fan! Exciting Man from U.N.C.L.E. gen novella "The Dreams of the Demon Affair"! Print and PDF format copies available. An 84-page novella, it contains 4 color photos and is based on the U.N.C.L.E. TV-series. Written in 2020, this is an action-packed spy adventure. Print copy is $16 US Media Mail or $22 US Priority Mail. PDF copy is $6. The PDF copy is "read only" and cannot be printed. It can be read on your iPad, Kindle, and computer. I accept checks and money orders (bank or postal) in payment. If you want to order a copy, just let me know. Thanks! katlady72001@...
Plot: Murder and mayhem abound when a THRUSH mole wreaks havoc at the Berlin Headquarters. Napoleon and Illya must face off with a demonic THRUSH agent from their past . . . and ghosts.
Excerpt: Napoleon reached down and helped Illya to unsteady feet. Using his penlight to guide their way, he searched for sanctuary. He ultimately stopped at the crumbling mausoleum. Pulling the rusty wrought iron gate open, he stepped inside. After easing his partner down to lie on the crackled marble floor, he sat next to him.
He stared blindly into the pitch-blackness while his mind raced. Seeing ghosts was not rational. Could they be a THRUSH trick? No, he thought, that would make no sense since Illya neither saw nor heard them. Logical reasoning told him that he was going crazy. However, as he reflected on the past three days his sanity only became an issue after arriving at the Black Forest—and there the affair took a most ugly turn.
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In Print & PDF "The Death's Doorstep Affair"
katlady72001
I'm taking orders for this 71-page gen fanzine. Based on the Man from U.N.C.L.E. TV-series it was written in 2013. This is an exciting, action-packed spy adventure with hurt/comfort. Print copy is $14 US Media Mail or $20 US Priority Mail. PDF copy is $5. The PDF copy is "read only" and cannot be printed. It can be read on your iPad, Kindle, and computer. I accept checks and money orders (bank or postal) in payment. If you want to order a copy, please email me. Thanks! katlady72001@...
Plot: When a list of THRUSH moles working in U.N.C.L.E. headquarters around the globe vanishes, Napoleon and Illya are sent to Berlin, Germany, to recover it. But it soon becomes a case of partners killing partners that will lead our favorite spies to death’s doorstep.
Excerpt: A misty rain was falling on the stormy night, as Napoleon walked down the deserted brick-paved street. And then he spotted a light ahead. When he grew closer, he focused on a lone figure standing beneath a street lamp. It was Illya. Solo's right hand felt heavy and raising his arm, he saw he was clasping his Walther. Emotionlessly, he took aim and rapid fired . . .
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‘M*A*S*H’ Cast: Then And Now (2021)
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The Cast of Dallas: Then & Now 😎
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The Cast of Alice: Then & Now (2021)
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Meghan & Harry's interview compared to Diana's in 1995
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The Andy Griffith Show Cast: Then & Now 😊
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The EXACT moment everything went wrong for Andy Gibb😔
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Your Daily Flashbaks
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In Print & PDF format "The Black Dragon River Affair"
katlady72001
 IN PRINT AND PDF FORMAT COPIES AVAILABLE . . . I'm selling copies of this 67-page gen fanzine “The Black Dragon River Affair.” Based on the Man from U.N.C.L.E. TV-series it was written in 2006. This is an exciting, action-packed spy adventure fanzine with hurt/comfort priced at $14.00 postage paid for a print copy and $5 for a PDF copy. The PDF copy is "read only" and cannot be printed. It can be read on your iPad, Kindle, and computer. I accept checks and money orders (bank or postal) in payment. For a limited time I will also accept Amazon e-gift cards in payment. If you want to order a copy, email me. Thanks! katlady72001@...Plot: In their quest to squelch an assassination plot, Napoleon and Illya follow a deadly trail from Russian to China. But they may have met their match when they encounter sadistic THRUSH siblings. Excerpts: In the Lotus Blossom Teahouse, Napoleon put away his communicator. He took a sip of tea, then another. After savoring the mild, light grassy taste, he decided he preferred strong, black coffee. Hearing the tinkle of the glass beads, he glanced over his shoulder and saw the proprietress. She was carrying a saucer with a fortune cookie on it. Wordlessly, she placed it on his table. He watched her return to her position behind the counter. Cracking open the cookie revealed a piece of rice paper. He scanned the text: 'Dead men tell no tales.' Before he could pull out his gun, a puff of pink smoke wafted from the broken cookie shell. Immediately the room began to spin and his vision dimmed. Woozy, he pitched forward and his forehead hit the tabletop with a thud. The porcelain cup danced briefly on the saucer before teetering over. Soon a stream of green tea trailed down the table leg . . . Meanwhile: Then, with a swift kick, the door flew open, striking the far wall with a resounding bang. Illya's grip tightened around the U.N.C.L.E. special as he stepped through the doorway. He hesitated, however, hearing a floor board creak behind him. Immediately the hairs on the back of his neck bristled. There was a rustling of silk—someone was there, watching. Before he could turn around, a cloth bag was forced down over his head!
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