Chapters (64)
- Other titles by Anne McCaffreyPublished by Ballantine Books:
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Contents
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- INTRODUCTION
- PROLOGUE
- At a Gather—6.15.30
- Part 1
- Turnover at Landing—1.1.31 Present Pass Aivas—Aivas Adjusted Turn 2553
- Benden Weyr—1.1.31
- Southern Hold—1.1.31
- Healer Hall—1.1.31
- Back at Landing—1.2.31
- Fort Hold—late night—1.1.31
- Fort Hold Runner Station—1.2.31
- Keroon Printer Hall—1.3.31
- Benden Weyr—midday—1.3.31
- Monaco Bay Weyr—five days later—1.8.31
- Part 2
- Ruatha Hold—local time 12:04 in the morning—1.9.31
- Telgar Weyr—local time 4:04 in the morning—1.9.31
- Benden Weyr—local time 6:04 in the morning—1.9.31
- Harper Hall—local time 1:00 in the morning—1.9.31
- Landing—local time 10:12 mid-morning—1.9.31
- In the Conference Room at Landing—1.9.31
- Monaco Weyr—10:22 in the morning—Timing it
- In the Conference Room at Landing—local time 1:10–1.9.31
- Sunrise Cliff Seahold—timed-back
- In the Conference Room—local time 2:12 at Landing—1.9.31
- Back at Landing—local time—3:40
- Harper Hall—5:00 in the morning, and Southern Hold—2:00 in the morning–1.9.31
- Landing—late afternoon—1.9.31
- Same time at Keroon Printer Hall—local time 11:15—1.9.31
- Later, on an unusually bright evening at Landing, Sunrise Cliff, and Honshu Hold—1.9.31
- Part 3
- Honshu—1.10.31
- Circle Runner Station—1.18.31
- Harper Hall
- Benden Weyr—
- Benini Hold—east Monaco and Honshu—1.20.31
- Harper Hall—1.28.31
- Honshu Hold—2.1.31
- Fort Hold—2.13.31
- Printer Hall at Wide Bay—same night
- Honshu Hold—2.9.31
- Night at Wide Bay—2.9.31
- Ruatha Hold—late evening—2.9.31
- Core Hold—two days before Council Meeting—2.26.31
- Part 4
- Honshu Weyrhold—2.26–27.31
- Council Meeting at Telgar Hold—3.1.31
- Honshu Weyrhold—3.01.31
- Interim at Benden and elsewhere
- Honshu Weyrhold—time passing slowly
- Landing—3.21.31
- Honshu Weyrhold—3.21.31
- Southern Hold—3.23.31
- Honshu Weyrhold—3.27.31
- Benden Weyr—3.27.31
- Cove Hold—same day, same approximate time
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“I’ve called in as many riders as can be spared to clear Monaco Harbor and Cove Hold,” T’gellan said, his forehead furrowed with worry. “Sweep riders are warning inland holders but we can’t take time to figure out how far above sea level they are. They’ll just have to get as high as they can. But all have got to be warned.” In a final aside, before the Weyrleader mounted, he leaned into F’lessan. “Don’t shave time too close! Lessa would kill me if you got time-lost.”
Then he was astride his dragon and Monarth leaped skyward and was gone between before the upper sail of his wings cleared the rooftree on the Weyr building.
“C’reel, St’ven, mount up! Golanth? Golanth?” He felt the sudden air pressure on his body and didn’t need to look to know that his bronze had landed on the ground beside him. He couldn’t resist a proud grin at such accuracy. “We’re going to the Sunrise Cliff Seahold. Take your directions from me,” he added, stuffing the aerial map into a thigh pocket. Remember where the fireball was when we got here first, Golanth?
Of course.
Put it in the same place above Sunrise Cliff Seahold and let’s go then! F’lessan vividly imagined the grass-topped rock face with white sands for contrast.
Golanth sprang upward, once again going between a leg-length above the ground. In the cold between, F’lessan had just time enough to wonder if the dragons were all embarked on something like Moreta’s Ride. What had she used for a time-mark? Or had its absence caused her death?
In the Conference Room at Landing—local time 1:10–1.9.31
After seeing Master Wansor leave with D’ram and Lytol to return to Cove Hold to organize its evacuation, Lessa’s mind raced with all the details that had already been sorted out. She’d need time, of another sort, to organize her thoughts. How F’lessan must be loving this license, she thought sardonically. Erragon or Idarolan would be here soon enough to explain how bad this tsunami-tidal wave-wall of water phenomenon might be. She turned off the monitor. She’d had enough of its depressing show of figures for the time being. She felt the klah pot and decided its contents were still warm enough to be drinkable. Who knew when she might have time to eat or drink in the time-tossed turmoil that had just been set into motion? She sipped as she reviewed the last hectic half hour. She thought they’d done rather well, leaping into action after the initial shock.