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Dragons in the Stars

Jeffrey A. Carver

AN [e- reads ] BOOK

New York, NY

No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, or mechanical,

including photocopy, recording, scanning or any information storage retrieval system, without explicit permission in

writing from the Author.

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are

used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locals or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

First e-reads publication 2002

www.e-reads.com

ISBN 0-7592-2390-4

A portion of this work appeared in substantially different form as the novelette “Though All the

Mountains Lie Between,” first published in theScience Fiction Times , and the anthologyDragons of

Cover art by Jael

www.jael.net

Other works by

Jeffrey A. Carver

also available in e-reads editions

FROM A CHANGELING STAR

DOWN THE STREAM OF STARS

For Chuck — one of the good dragons and For Crystal — a true dream rigger

Table of Contents

Prologue — The Word

Part One — Rigger

One — Gaston’s Landing

Two — The Dreamlink

Three — Contract to Fly

Four — Departure

Five — Captain Mogurn

Six — The Pallisp

Seven — Betrayed

Eight — The Mountain Route

Nine — Highwing

Ten — A Dragon’s Truth

Eleven — Parting

Part Two — Rigger Friend

Twelve — Confrontation

Thirteen — Deadly Force

Fourteen — Safe Haven

Fifteen — Environment Alpha

Sixteen — Ar

Seventeen — Remembrance

Eighteen — Ed

Nineteen — Cyber-Rescue

Twenty — Return to Space

Twenty-one — Parrot Rigger

Twenty-two — Vela Oasis

Part Three — Dragon

Twenty-three — Accident in the Flux

Twenty-four — A Realm Changed

Twenty-five — Windrush

Twenty-six — Friend of Highwing

Twenty-seven — The Static Realm

Twenty-eight — A Final Parting

Twenty-nine — Dragon Friends

Afterword

In the annals of starship rigging, it is said that the story began in a realm far from the paths of human

thought….

Prologue

The Words

Skytouch?

There was no answer to the dragon’s whisper. The crystalline dracona lay broken at his feet, but a tingle

in the dragon’s mind told him she was not gone, not yet.

“Skytouch,” he hissed again, venting smoke from his massive nostrils. Those who had knocked her from

the sky lay torn in pieces, just beyond the ridge. He had answered her cry in time to avenge her, but not

in time to save her.

“Highwing,” whispered a voice to his left. “Stay your grief! You must listen!”

He swung his massive head in anger. “Iffling! Are you here to view the dead? Leave us in peace!”

“Highwing,” answered the shimmering being, “your quarrel is not with me. Will you not accept my help?”

Highwing blew fire over the iffling’s head. The creature floated out of the way, unperturbed. “If you want

to help, then show me who encouraged those …ungarkkondoh … to do this.”

“They were followers of one whom we do not name,” whispered the iffling. “They meant to instill fear.

You must not let them succeed. You must listen.”

Highwing ignored the meddlesome being. What did its words matter? His mate lay dying, victim of a

senseless, savage attack. She had come from the Dream Mountain to sing the memories of the realm; but

some, it seemed, no longer approved of such stories, though the telling of them was an almost sacred

function of the draconae. Those un-garkkondoh had deserved far worse than the death he had given

them in punishment. But it was he who would suffer now.Skytouch, why did I not stay with you?

“Listen to her!” urged the iffling. “Listen while you can!”

Highwing did not answer. As he gazed down at her broken crystal wings, beautiful even in the fading

twilight, his eyes filled with memories of Skytouch under a noonday sun: wings of gossamer crystal riding

the wind, eyes ablaze, her flight-song gladdening the air. Now her eyes were nearly extinguished. Listen

to her? He reached out in thought.Skytouch?

Her left eye glimmered faintly. He tilted his head, narrowed his gaze to peer into the interior or her eye.

Deep within its facets a fire still burned, though faintly.Skytouch, he whispered with his mind.Can you

hear me?

There was a golden flash in the center of his vision, and an image danced in his eye: the two of them on

wing, riding midday thermals. He sensed laughter, through the pain. But he could not return her laughter,

not now.I wish I could take you back there, he thought.Or to the Dream Mountain. To the draconae,

to the other females.

L-i-s-t-e-n …

He was astonished to hear her voice in his mind. Skytouch —

L-i-s-t-e-n … t-o … t-h-e … W-o-r-d-s.

His gaze penetrated deeper into the dying coals of her eyes, into the pain, sharing it. Listen to the Words?

Now?

Her mind-voice strained to be heard. Y-o-u … Y-O-U …m-u-s-t … r-e-m-e-m-b-e-r … And before he

could do more than quiver in surprise, another memory grew bright in his thoughts.

* * *

It was a bowl-shaped dell. The fledglings crouched, listening to the elder dracona sing of events past, and

of events yet to unfold. The fledglings stirred impatiently as the elder’s shining eyes turned to a tiny,

jeweled glass dracona named Skytouch. “Daughter, speak the Words of the future.”

The young female rose, tinkling. Gazing into the sky, she sang in a crystalline voice:

From beyond life

will come one

From beyond hope

will come one

Without friend

will come one

And the realm shall tremble.

Innocent of our ways

will come one

Challenging darkness

will come one

Speaking her name

will come one

And the realm shall tremble.

From that one

comes a beginning

From that one

comes an ending

From that one

all paths diverge

And surely the realm shall tremble.

The vision darkened, Skytouch’s strength ebbing.

Highwing rumbled in wonder. He remembered the time. It was his first sight, as a youngling, of Skytouch.

There had been more words than that, words of warning, of admonition. Prophecies of demons entering

the realm, of innocence challenging darkness. Of deeds that might come to pass. Of the need for wisdom,

the need to discern what is or is not garkkondoh. Words of little meaning to him then, or now.

He blinked slowly, so as not to break the weakening bond with his mate. There was little light left in her

now. Why had Skytouch wanted him to see that memory? He was no dracona.

She seemed, even in the growing darkness of her thoughts, to be aware of his question.Y-o-u …

Skytouch?

… m-u-s-t … r-e-m-e-m-b-e-r …

He breathed smoke.Yes. For you. But why?

Her fires were failing rapidly. But a spark flickered in her eye and one more image appeared in his

thoughts. He recognized himself, flying high in a night sky. There was danger in the image: someone there,

someone not of the realm. He imagined that he felt the mountains trembling. Speak not of this, but hold it

close to your heart, he seemed to hear her say.

What is it?he whispered. But the image was fading.Skytouch? Wait!

Be wise, son of Strongwing. Be wise …

He seemed to hear her last words chiming on the air. The connection was cold. Her eyes were dark

now, the last spark gone. She had fled to the Final Dream Mountain. The glass shards of the vessel that

had held her in life were now empty.Skytouch, he whispered,call to me and I shall hear you wherever

I may be, though all of the mountains lie between us.

There was no answer.

He raised his head. Even the iffling was gone.

Highwing tipped back his head and roared into the night sky. He lit the sky with a thundering flame. What

had she been trying to convey? What duty? He would not learn it here, not now.

Wings unfurled, he leaped into the air in fury and grief. Her death would be repaid — not now, perhaps,

but one day. He would keep her thoughts in his heart, though he didn’t understand them. He would

ponder them and learn. One day he would understand.

For now, bewildered and alone, he could only beat his way into the cold stinging wind, high into the

deepening night sky.

Part One

Rigger

… In those early days, long before the founding of the RiggerGuild, starship riggers lived with constant

insecurity. Often enough, they found themselves controlled by shrewd masters — sometimes subtly,

sometimes not — but controlled nonetheless; and in those days, riggers were rarely successful in

supporting one another against abusive masters. But if they suffered oppression in the normal world, they

found freedom in the net, in the dreams by which they steered their ships, which their masters, however

powerful, could never share. The lucky rigger found a way to carry that freedom out of the net, to the

other side of life….

Jona’ Jon’

—Gazing into Yesteryear:

A Brief History of Starflight

One

Gaston’s Landing

Jael paused at the edge of the spaceport lobby, heart pounding. She was late for the afternoon spacing

call, and she could see from where she stood that today her name would go to the bottom of a very long

list. The spaceport was crowded, noisy, clotted with people competing for space, for time, for service —

shippers, stewards, unrated crew, normal-space pilots, riggers. Loud voices echoed across the room,

voices of the stewards calling riggers for possible assignment. The calls seemed to float over the lounge

area where the riggers congregated — riggers for hire, too many of them — all hoping that the stewards

would come to them, match them with ship masters, ask them to fly.

Jael drew a breath, and almost turned away, but forced herself to remain. She was ready — more than

ready — for an assignment. She had the schooling and the space-trial credentials, and she looked

presentable: a slender, dark-haired young woman, not beautiful maybe, but neatly groomed, in a tunic

suit, grey edged with scarlet. Did she have the stomach for the disappointment that was almost sure to

come? She surveyed the lobby, considering. Her eyes widened as she glimpsed a young rigger of her

acquaintance, Toni Gilen, threading her way across the lobby toward a steward. Jael shook her head and

strode in. Toni was one of the shyest riggers Jael knew; if Toni could be assertive, surely Jael could be.

She felt no particular hope; she felt only the need that drew her here. It was the same feeling that drove

all riggers: the almost irresistible need to shape, to explore, to live the fantastic realities of a realm that

nonriggers could never touch or master, but could only dream of. And she sensed the ubiquitous

conflicting emotion, almost palpable in the air. It was fear: fear of failure, fear of the shippers whom the

riggers hoped to serve. She felt the need and fear combine like a thrill in her gut, her groin, her spine; but

beneath it all, somewhere, remained the hope that today might be the day she would contract to fly.

She walked past the waiting area, toward the registry window, her feet moving quickly on the tile floor.

“Hi there, Jaelie!” she heard, and despite herself, she turned. A hawk-nosed young man was laughing

from within the railing that set off the rigger lounge. “Gonna show us how to cheat the odds today?” Jael

opened her mouth to reply, but the young man was already strutting away, grinning.

Burning with anger, Jael stalked on. Riggers, she thought bitterly. They were such misfits, most of them.

Self-centered, insecure, social incompetents. Walking raw nerves, in a world none of them was suited

for. Was she like them? She hoped not. And yet, these were the people who navigated spaceships

through the slippery mists of the Flux; it was their unique gifts of vision that made travel among the stars

possible. Jael was proud to be a rigger. But she was not always proud of the company she had to keep.

She approached the registration window nervously. She was always aware of her youth and her relative

inexperience, but among the spaceport officials and shipowners, she felt even tinier and more vulnerable

than she really was. A raggedly bearded unrated crewman brushed by her and winked, grinning lewdly.

She ignored the gesture, or tried to. She hated this place and those who worked here, always ready to

prey on the weak and the uncertain. But if she wanted to return to space, she had to do it from here. And

more than anything in the world, she wanted to return to space. To the net. To the vision. To the

freedom.

A young man was ahead of her at the registration window, talking in a croak, a rasping whisper. Jael

waited, fidgeting, until he left and it was her turn at the window. A middle-aged woman with bluish hair

spoke without looking up. “ID?”

Jael touched her bracelet to the dull-surfaced eye of the reader. “Jael LeBrae.”

“Didn’t ask your name, honey. It’s right here in front of me.” The woman turned, touched something on

her console. “Jael LeBrae,” she said, reading the output. “Available for single Class Three or multiple

Class Five. Is that correct?”

“Yes.”

The woman looked up, pursing her lips. “You the daughter of Willie LeBrae?” Her eyes bored into

Jael’s.

“Yes.” The familiar tightness took hold in her throat. Was the woman going to ask about her father? She

didn’t want to talk about it, about him.

“I see. Well, nothing right now. Do you want to wait?”

Jael hesitated, struggling not to resent the indifference in the woman’s voice. “Are you expecting

anything?” she asked finally.

The woman looked at her in surprise. “Why, how would I know, honey? We hear about them when they

come in. If you want to wait, you can wait. Is that what you want to do?”

Jael stared at her without answering. Could she stand it? It was the one way, the only way. “Yes,” she

whispered.

“Fine. Now, make way for others, won’t you?”

Jael walked away from the window and joined the other riggers in the lounge. As she glanced back, she

saw that there was no one in line behind her.

There were no empty seats in the quiet area, so she stood near the wall watching some of the riggers

playing board and tank games, until a bench space opened up. As she slid into the empty seat, the young

man to her right moved a few inches farther away. Jael tried not to let her resentment show. She was

tired of being blamed for her father, for people and events over which she had no control.

But there were ways of dealing with emotional discomfort, and Jael used one of them now. She sat

perfectly still, her back and neck erect, balanced. Closing her eyes halfway, she slowly erased the visual

input from her consciousness. She let her inner mind see, without her eyes.

She was aware, with her inner eye, of the expressions borne on the faces of the riggers waiting in this

place. Boredom. Nervous tension. Desire. Inward-turned senses. Outward eagerness that belied the

darker feelings roiling within. She smelled the aura of hot fear and desire that marked a roomful of

riggers, the way musky body scents marked the dens of animals. These riggers came from dens all over

the continent to this spaceport: to wait in this lounge, to hope, to need and dread the chance to take a

starship into space.

But Jael didn’t want to think about them now, didn’t want to think about the competition. She had better

things to dwell upon: memories that gave her a shiver as her thoughts fled from the here and now. As they

fled into the past, to the time of her first flight, not so very long ago — a training flight, the first of four …

She had been working with other riggers, but it had been different then — not the bitter competition she

faced now. Riggers depended upon one another in guiding their ships through the currents, through the

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