Anne McCaffrey herself announced that not-for-profit fanfiction was acceptable prior to her death. There was a time it was definitely no-go, but thankfully that is in the past.
If they went back to before someone had died, then yes, but only up to the point where they had died before. Anne McCaffrey's take on time travel was that time is basically unchangeable. If something has already happened, you can't change it and if you try to, then something else will occur so that the same event comes to pass.
‘Riders and weyrfolk.’ T’ron’s powerful voice carried throughout the Lower Cavern at Fort Weyr, where they had all been summoned to attend an important meeting. ‘I’m aware that there has been a lot of speculation over what has been happening here during the past month…’
That was putting it lightly, D’gar thought. No matter how hard the Weyrleader and Weyrwoman had tried to keep the rumours from spreading, you couldn’t hide something the size of a queen dragon, especially not the one w
The Eighth Pass is over. At Fort Weyr, D’gar, Herebeth’s rider faces the future without his weyrmate, lost to Thread just two Falls before the last.
When Lessa brings the five Weyrs forward to the beginning of the Ninth Pass, he must face his fears, try to adapt to an altered world and take the risk of falling in love all over again.
Rioth folded her wings close in to her body and dived into the sea. The wave she created washed over H’rek’s head, forcing him to swim underwater for a fair way before he finally surfaced to see his dragon floating serenely on the surface, sparkling droplets of water tumbling from her outstretched wings.
Thanks, Rioth. Nearly drowned me that time.
Sorry H’rek. But you wouldn’t have drowned. I would save you.
He swam over to her and scrambled aboard, sitting in his usual p
There's another story in this trilogy which I will post soon. I am also in the process of writing a longer story set at the beginning of the Ninth Pass on Pern, which involves some of the same characters (and a few new ones as well), which I will also be posting on this site.
The Pernese word for year is indeed a Turn. It's capitalised in the books, I think to differentiate it's usage as a period of time from other uses of the same word. According to 'The Dragonlovers Guide to Pern', a Turn is 366 days, plus two days left over for the Turn's End celebrations.
Stay still while I oil that patch, H’rek chided his dragon.
Sorry, she sighed. It tickles under there.
You are one twitchy dragon. He slathered some more oil on the underside of Rioth’s neck and began rubbing it in. Just try to stay still, otherwise we’ll get told off. You know the saying, “Patchy hide cracks between”. If you’re patchy we won’t be allowed to carry on with our training.
I know. But it is hard to keep still.
The day’s heat was fading now as the sun
Very atmospheric. I really cared about what happened to the main character and Isaac's death was sad and shocking. There was plenty of foreshadowing as to what might happen, which always works well in the horror genre.
The queen dragon eggs are always gold, but the other colour dragons eggs aren’t distinctive. Generally, bronze dragons hatch from larger eggs as they are the next largest after the queens and people often speculate as to whether you can tell the colour of the hatchling from the size of the egg and patterns on the shell, but it’s a bit of a guessing game.
Glad you enjoyed the story. I first read the Pern books as a teenager, then recently re-read them all over again and felt inspired to fill in some of the gaps. I have a few more Pern stories I’ll be adding.
The sea sighed against the rocks at the far end of the sandy beach, as if even it was too exhausted to make any more fuss than that. Hinarrek sat on one of the smoother rocks drying out from his swim and trying to clean the sand from between his toes before putting his socks and boots back on. Although the sun was sinking now, the heat was as oppressive as ever. It wasn’t so bad for him; he’d grown up in a farmhold in Southern Boll and the summers there were almost as scorching, although the hum
A few days had passed since the visit to the eggs. Most of the Holdbred candidates were settling down to Weyr life, with the exception of Hortaimin and a couple of others from northern Holds. Maybe people from the south were inherently more tolerant? Jevikel tried not to let it get to him, but he was getting mightily fed up with the snide comments. Kadin had a fall in the bathing chamber, which he told Jevikel was due to someone - he wasn’t sure who - tripping him. Fortunately he suffered nothin