Dragonseye (Pern)
Anne McCaffrey
Language: English
Pages: 416
ISBN: 0345418794
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
In Anne McCaffrey's New York Times bestselling DRAGONSEYE,
join Weyrleaders, Holders, and Craftmasters in the creation of the legendary Star Stones and the teaching ballads of Pern!
It's been two-hundred years since the deadly Thread fell like rain upon Pern, devouring everything in its path. No one alive remembers that first horrific onslaught and no one believes in its return--except for the dragonriders. For two centuries they have been practicing and training, passing down from generation to generation the formidable Threadfighting techniques.
Now the ominous signs are appearing: the violent winter storms and volcanic eruptions that are said to herald the approach of the Red Star and its lethal spawn. But one stubborn Lord Holder, Chalkin of Bitra, refuses to believe--and that disbelief could spell disaster. So as the dragonriders desperately train to face a terrifying enemy, they and the other Lord Holders must find a way to deal with Chalkin--before history repeats itself and unleashes its virulence on all of Pern. . . .
that Zulaya was already unrolling Telgar Weyr’s Thread chart onto the table. “Roughly two weeks,” she said. “So we could go and see and not jeopardize the readiness of our own Weyrs,” B’nurrin said. “The first possible Fall over Fort is number seven. Number four is over the Landing site,” Zulaya went on, tapping her finger on the various Thread corridors. “Five’s no good, but six starts offshore of the mouth of Paradise River, not far from where we just were.” “What about the first three?”
corridor and to his office. He tapped his foot impatiently as Chalkin took the keys from his inside pocket and opened the door. The fire within was so fierce that Iantine felt sweat blossom on his forehead. At Chalkin’s abrupt gesture, he turned around while the man fiddled with whatever it was he had in his strongbox. He heard, with infinite relief, the turn of the metal lock and then silence. A slamming of a lid. “Here you are,” said Chalkin coldly. Iantine counted out the marks, sixteen of
asked softly from the bunk beyond her, breaking the almost intolerable silence. “My fingers are itching again. No one told me I’d have to cope with chilblains dealing with dragons.” Angie found it in her furs and passed it on. “After you,” Debera said softly as she gave it to Grasella. The easy laughing chatter was over for the night. “I haven’t had much time,” Jemmy told Clisser in his most uncooperative tone of voice when Chisser asked how he was coming on the last of the history ballads.
and everyone else who’s done the equations. Why don’t you, if you’re so worried?” Chalkin ignored the jibe since he had never been noted for scholarship in any field. He was also well pleased with the reaction to his remark. No matter what they said, there was no proof that they were really that safe. “Now, calculations indicate early spring will bring the first Threadfall of this Pass. There are several falls that could be live, depending on the weather conditions, mainly the ambient
your word! You did it. You did it all!” Bastom and Bridgely, moving with creditable speed, managed to recapture Chalkin and restrained him from physically attacking Vergerin, who did not so much as recoil from his nephew. “You did it to me. You did it all,” Chalkin said and shrieked louder than his children when Vergerin, with an expressionless face, slowly pivoted away from him. Then Lady Nadona saw Vergerin and her cries turnied raucous with hatred. “You’ve taken my husband and now you