Dragonheart

Zusatztext The torch has been passed and burns more brightly than ever in this latest chapter of the venerable Pern saga! the first of what one hopes will be many solo efforts by the son of series creator Anne McCaffrey. . . . This stand-alone tale fits beautifully into the existing history and style of earlier books while still breaking new ground. Publishers Weekly ! starred review Todd McCaffrey does something I didn't think anyone could do: he writes Anne McCaffrey's Pern. . . . This is Pern! in the hands of a new master-grade harper! carefully trained in the old traditions! but scoring his own ballads. May the saga continue! David Weber! author of By Schism Rent Asunder A dramatic! thoroughly captivating tale! steeped in the lore and well-drawn characterizations of the people and the dragons for which the Pern novels are prized. Fans old and new will be delighted. Booklist Todd McCaffrey has inherited his mother's storytelling ability. His dragons and fire-lizards! his harpers in Harper's Hall! carry on the great traditionsand add much to them. Huzzah! Todd! You have learned wisdom indeed.Jane Yolen! author of Briar Rose Highly recommended . . . strong storytelling and fully developed human and dragon characters. Library Journal! starred review [A] compelling read. SF Crowsnest Todd McCaffrey has hit his stride with Dragonheart ! giving fans an entertaining continuation of the hugely popular saga.BookLoons Informationen zum Autor Todd McCaffrey Klappentext The specter of sickness looms over the Weyrs of Pern! felling fire-lizards and threatening their dragon cousins! Pern's sole defense against the deadly phenomenon that is Thread. Fiona! the young rider of queen dragon Talenth! is about to assume the duties of a Weyrwoman when word spreads that dragons have begun succumbing to the new contagion. As more dragons sicken and die! Weyrleader B'Nik and queen rider Lorana comb Fort Weyr's archives in a desperate search for clues from the past that may hold the solution to the plague. But could the past itself prove the pathway to salvation for Pern's imperiled dragons? Guided by a mysterious ally from a wholly unexpected place! and trusting in the dragon gift for transcending time! Fiona will join a risky expedition with far-reaching consequences for both Pern's future and her personal destiny. Chapter One Heart, give voice to sing Of life on dragonwings! Fort Weyr, AL 507.11.17, Second Interval ...and you wouldn't believe how many holders they've saved over the last ten Turns, Benden Weyrleader M'tal said, continuing to press his case for the watch- whers. The three remaining Weyrleaders had adjourned to Fort Weyr's Council Room to await the Hatching and confer. C'rion of Ista Weyr snorted and shook his head. I'm sorry, M'tal, but the time's all wrong, he said. Threads will be falling all too soon and here you are with this radical notion of training dragons and watch- whers to ?y Threads together at night. M'tal took a slow, calming breath to sti?e the hot retort he wanted to make. He looked expectantly to K'lior. The youngest Weyrleader of Pern shifted uneasily under the gray- haired man's gaze. Well aware that M'tal had been a Weyrleader since before K'lior was born, he found it hard to refute such a length of experience. Of course, C'rion was even older still and had made his feelings well- known. Look, M'tal began again, his hands outstretched in a placating gesture, just think He broke off as his ears detected the unmistakable hum of dragons at Hatching. He smiled and gestured at K'lior. Weyrleader? K'lior was already on his feet and heading for the doorway that led to the Hatching Grounds. Kindan and Kentai, Fort Weyr's harper, were waiting on the stair...

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Todd McCaffrey

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The specter of sickness looms over the Weyrs of Pern, felling fire-lizards and threatening their dragon cousins, Pern's sole defense against the deadly phenomenon that is Thread. Fiona, the young rider of queen dragon Talenth, is about to assume the duties of a Weyrwoman when word spreads that dragons have begun succumbing to the new contagion. As more dragons sicken and die, Weyrleader B'Nik and queen rider Lorana comb Fort Weyr's archives in a desperate search for clues from the past that may hold the solution to the plague. But could the past itself prove the pathway to salvation for Pern's imperiled dragons? Guided by a mysterious ally from a wholly unexpected place, and trusting in the dragon gift for transcending time, Fiona will join a risky expedition with far-reaching consequences for both Pern's future and her personal destiny.

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*Chapter One

Heart, give voice to sing
Of life on dragonwings!

Fort Weyr, AL 507.11.17, Second Interval*

“...and you wouldn’t believe how many holders they’ve saved over the last ten Turns,” Benden Weyrleader M’tal said, continuing to press his case for the watch- whers.

The three remaining Weyrleaders had adjourned to Fort Weyr’s Council Room to await the Hatching and confer.

C’rion of Ista Weyr snorted and shook his head. “I’m sorry, M’tal, but the time’s all wrong,” he said. “Threads will be falling all too soon and here you are with this radical notion of training dragons and watch- whers to fly Threads together at night.”

M’tal took a slow, calming breath to stifle the hot retort he wanted to make. He looked expectantly to K’lior.

The youngest Weyrleader of Pern shifted uneasily under the gray- haired man’s gaze. Well aware that M’tal had been a Weyrleader since before K’lior was born, he found it hard to refute such a length of experience. Of course, C’rion was even older still and had made his feelings well- known.

“Look,” M’tal began again, his hands outstretched in a placating gesture, “just think–”

He broke off as his ears detected the unmistakable hum of dragons at Hatching. He smiled and gestured at K’lior. “Weyrleader?”

K’lior was already on his feet and heading for the doorway that led to the Hatching Grounds.

Kindan and Kentai, Fort Weyr’s harper, were waiting on the stairs to the viewing stands in the Hatching Grounds, ready to escort the more feeble or overly- excited holders up to a good perch. Kindan nodded to M’tal as the Weyrleader passed by, still engrossed in fer­vent conversation with the Istan and Fort Weyrleaders.

“I see D’gan has departed,” Kentai murmured to Kindan as the Weyrleaders climbed out of earshot.

Kindan shrugged. He knew that M’tal had not been counting on D’gan’s support anyway. He was less pleased at the looks he’d seen on C’rion’s and K’lior’s faces–neither looked very thrilled with what M’tal was saying to them. Kindan, who was familiar with M’tal’s plan, shook his head. Couldn’t the other Weyrleaders see that watch- whers, with their night- seeing eyes, were supposed to fly the night Threadfalls?

“Lord Itaral, Lady Nelyssa,” Kentai called as he spotted the Lord and Lady Holders of Ruatha Hold. He smiled as he spotted the third person in their party. “I see that you’ve convinced Lady Ilyssa to join you this time.” He nodded to their young daughter and raised an elbow invitingly. “May I escort you to your seats?”

Ilyssa blushed, but, overcoming her embarrassed smile, curt­sied most elegantly and took his arm.

“This is Kindan,” Kentai said with a nod toward the other harper. “He’s come with Lord M’tal from Benden Weyr.”

Lady Nelyssa started at his name and peered at him more closely. “Aren’t you the one–”…