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Chapters (51)
  1. Contents
  2. Map
  3. Prelude
  4. CHAPTER I
  5. CHAPTER II
  6. CHAPTER III
  7. CHAPTER IV
  8. CHAPTER V
  9. CHAPTER VI
  10. CHAPTER VII
  11. CHAPTER VIII
  12. CHAPTER IX
  13. CHAPTER X
  14. CHAPTER XI
  15. CHAPTER XII
  16. CHAPTER XIII
  17. CHAPTER XIV
  18. CHAPTER XV
  19. CHAPTER XVI
  20. Dragondex
  21. THE WEYRS IN ORDER OF FOUNDING
  22. THE MAJOR HOLDS AS BOUND TO THE WEYRS
  23. Fort Weyr
  24. Benden Weyr
  25. High Reaches Weyr
  26. Igen Weyr
  27. Ista Weyr
  28. Telgar Weyr
  29. Southern Weyr
  30. THE PRINCIPAL LORDS (AND THEIR HOLDS)
  31. CRAFTMASTERS AND MASTERCRAFTSMEN
  32. Crafter
  33. Rank/craft
  34. Location
  35. OWNERS OF FIRE-LIZARDS
  36. Owner
  37. Lizard(s)
  38. SOME TERMS OF INTEREST
  39. PERNESE OATHS
  40. THE PEOPLE OF PERN
  41. Dedication
  42. By Anne McCaffrey
  43. THE CRYSTAL SINGER BOOKS
  44. By Anne McCaffrey and Elizabeth Anne Scarborough
  45. THE TWINS OF PETAYBEE
  46. THE BARQUE CATS
  47. THE DRAGONRIDERS OF PERN® BOOKS
  48. By Anne McCaffrey and Todd McCaffrey
  49. By Todd McCaffrey
  50. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  51. What’s next onyour reading list?

I like him, Prideth told her rider. And he is really devoted to you. You are not kind to him.

“Kindness gets you nowhere,” Kylara snapped back at her beast. She turned with indolent reluctance to the Weyrleader. “What’s on your mind?”

T’bor flushed as he always did when he heard that note in Kylara’s voice. She meant to unsettle him.

“I need to know how many weyrs are free. Telgar Weyr is asking.”

“Ask Brekke. How should I know?”

T’bor’s flush deepened and he set his jaw. “It is customary for the Weyrwoman to direct her own staff…”

“Custom be Thread-bared! She knows. I don’t. And I don’t see why Southern should be constantly host to every idiot rider who can’t dodge Thread.”

“You know perfectly well, Kylara, why Southern Weyr…”

“We haven’t had a single casualty of any kind in seven Turns of Thread.”

“We don’t get the heavy, constant Threadfall that the northern continent does, and now I understand…”

“Well, I don’t understand why their wounded must be a constant drain on our resources…”

“Kylara. Don’t argue with every word I say.”

Smiling, Kylara turned from him, pleased that she had pushed him so close to breaking his childish resolve.

“Find out from Brekke. She enjoys filling in for me.” She glanced over her shoulder to see if he understood exactly what she meant. She was certain that Brekke shared his bed when Kylara was otherwise occupied. The more fool Brekke, who, as Kylara well knew, was pining after F’nor. She and T’bor must have interesting fantasies, each imagining the other the true object of their unrequited loves.

“Brekke is twice the woman and far more fit to be Weyrwoman than you!” T’bor said in a tight, controlled voice.

“You’ll pay for that, you scum, you snivelling boy-lover,” Kylara screamed at him, enraged by the unexpectedness of his retaliation. Then she burst out laughing at the thought of Brekke as the Weyrwoman, or Brekke as passionate and adept a lover as she knew herself to be. Brekke the Bony, with no more roundness at the breast than a boy. Why, even Lessa looked more feminine.