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conversations.value: What is a description for a book titled The Skies Of Pern about Pern, Dragonriders, I>The with the genre: Science Fiction & Fantasy, Fantasy?
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conversations.value: the author's Pern series has been running successfully for so long that most of the Dragonriders' original problems have been solved. In <I>The Skies of Pern</I>, she confronts her standard cast of characters with the consequences of those solutions, consequences that are a whole new set of problems. Now that the Red Star has been pushed to another orbit, there will only be a few more ravenous Threads descending from it for them and their dragons to fight--and what role will that leave for them? They have successfully reclaimed Earth's lost technology--and suddenly everyone with a craft that might be outmoded, or who is phobic about surgery, is on the rampage, sabotaging and smashing and making up rumors. These fundamentalist Abominators are sure that something terrible will happen if the old ways are not gone back to--and sure enough, fire descends, on cue, from the skies.
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conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
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conversations.value: In <I>The Skies of Pern</I>, she confronts her standard cast of characters with the consequences of those solutions, consequences that are a whole new set of problems. Now that the Red Star has been pushed to another orbit, there will only be a few more ravenous Threads descending from it for them and their dragons to fight--and what role will that leave for them? They have successfully reclaimed Earth's lost technology--and suddenly everyone with a craft that might be outmoded, or who is phobic about surgery, is on the rampage, sabotaging and smashing and making up rumors. These fundamentalist Abominators are sure that something terrible will happen if the old ways are not gone back to--and sure enough, fire descends, on cue, from the skies.
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conversations.value: What is a plot for a book titled The Skies Of Pern?
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conversations.value: The Skies of Pern: A rogue comet that strikes Pern leads the Weyrleaders and Holders, contemplating a future where dragonriders are not needed in a Threadless world, to consider the creation of a new Star Craft made of dragonriders.\nThe discovery by dragonriders F'lessan and Tai, after a brutal attack by large felines, of the draconic use of telekinesis, only strengthens their resolve to keep Pern's skies free of danger.\nAt the same time, disgruntled citizens resisting the ever-growing role of technology in Pernese life band together as Abominators, attacking Crafthalls, and are determined to destroy all the new technology in use.\nThese fanatics are seemingly allied with Southern Lord Holder Toric.
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conversations.value: What is a plot for a book titled The Skies Of Pern about Pern, Dragonriders, I>The with the genre: Science Fiction & Fantasy, Fantasy?
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conversations.value: The Skies of Pern: A rogue comet that strikes Pern leads the Weyrleaders and Holders, contemplating a future where dragonriders are not needed in a Threadless world, to consider the creation of a new Star Craft made of dragonriders.\nThe discovery by dragonriders F'lessan and Tai, after a brutal attack by large felines, of the draconic use of telekinesis, only strengthens their resolve to keep Pern's skies free of danger.\nAt the same time, disgruntled citizens resisting the ever-growing role of technology in Pernese life band together as Abominators, attacking Crafthalls, and are determined to destroy all the new technology in use.\nThese fanatics are seemingly allied with Southern Lord Holder Toric.
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conversations.value: What is the first five paragraphs for this book?
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conversations.value: The Skies of Pern
  The same general plans, with variations to the terrain, were to be implemented at Ice Lake and in Telgar. The most pressing need was training apprentices to serve the new facilities or to add to the Crafthalls that produced spyglasses that used to be called "far-seers," binoculars, and small telescopes.
  Master Tagetarl's Print Hall was busy, first with printing the requirements of craftsmen and -women, lists of materials to be supplied—especially lists of people willing to be transported to such a distant location to help in building an observatory on the Western Continent.
  That was a simpler task than the demand for printed instructions on how to build smaller non-metal telescopes: thick wher-hide would suffice so long as the interior was painted black and sealed against dust. Manuals must be written by the Star Hall, charts and diagrams of what objects were known to be in un-threatening orbits, instructions on how to sight, recognize, and make proper notations on possible discoveries. The GlassCraft-Halls could supply mirrors for reflective scopes from 100mm to 400mm. Larger ones, of course, required time to shape and build. When Thread, inevitably, fell near Honshu, the healers made sure the two injured dragons were so deeply sedated that they were unaware—except at some very primal level—that the ancient enemy was being met. Zaranth was recovering well but Golanth's injuries still concerned every Weyrhealer and Beastmaster.
  Wyzall dismissed that. "Not that I disagree, since any eggs that didn't hatch failed because of some defect." He gave a sigh. "Live dragons can at least tell their riders where they hurt, if it isn't visible. Unlike us humans who do not seem to be sufficiently in tune with our bodies because we—" He broke off, clearing his throat and riffling the pages he had been reading.
  Wyzall tut-tutted and shook his head. "It's an impossibility. They may tell dragons what they 'remember' seeing but I think it's analogous to the Tillek's knowledge of delphinic history. The fire-lizards weren't there to see it happen but they have passed the tale of it down so that it"—and he waved to the fairs that were either sleeping or lazily flying on the light breeze—"becomes a personal memory."
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conversations.value: Add another sentence about continued.
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conversations.value: The Skies of Pern
  The same general plans, with variations to the terrain, were to be implemented at Ice Lake and in Telgar. The most pressing need was training apprentices to serve the new facilities or to add to the Crafthalls that produced spyglasses that used to be called "far-seers," binoculars, and small telescopes. 
  Master Tagetarl's Print Hall was busy, first with printing the requirements of craftsmen and -women, lists of materials to be supplied—especially lists of people willing to be transported to such a distant location to help in building an observatory on the Western Continent. 
  That was a simpler task than the demand for printed instructions on how to build smaller non-metal telescopes: thick wher-hide would suffice so long as the interior was painted black and sealed against dust. Manuals must be written by the Star Hall, charts and diagrams of what objects were known to be in un-threatening orbits, instructions on how to sight, recognize, and make proper notations on possible discoveries. The GlassCraft-Halls could supply mirrors for reflective scopes from 100mm to 400mm. Larger ones, of course, required time to shape and build. When Thread, inevitably, fell near Honshu, the healers made sure the two injured dragons were so deeply sedated that they were unaware—except at some very primal level—that the ancient enemy was being met. Zaranth was recovering well but Golanth's injuries still concerned every Weyrhealer and Beastmaster. 
  Wyzall dismissed that. "There was a prejudice against such study," he continued. "Not that I disagree, since any eggs that didn't hatch failed because of some defect. " He gave a sigh. "Live dragons can at least tell their riders where they hurt, if it isn't visible. Unlike us humans who do not seem to be sufficiently in tune with our bodies because we—" He broke off, clearing his throat and riffling the pages he had been reading. 
  Wyzall tut-tutted and shook his head. "It's an impossibility. They may tell dragons what they 'remember' seeing but I think it's analogous to the Tillek's knowledge of delphinic history. The fire-lizards weren't there to see it happen but they have passed the tale of it down so that it"—and he waved to the fairs that were either sleeping or lazily flying on the light breeze—"becomes a personal memory. "
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conversations.value: What is three more paragraphs? End with the sentence ' Master Stinar was now in the hall, to find out who was screaming hysterically and why.'.
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conversations.value: Shankolin ignored him. He was savoring this moment, heart pounding in anticipation as it had on that previous occasion. He stiffened with remembered fear of the awful noise that had deafened him. But Aivas had terminated itself. Impatient to view the site that he would soon see in rubble, Shankolin shouldered a startled Esselin aside and strode purposefully over the threshold.
  That was as far as Shankolin got. From the opposite wall of the chamber two narrow shafts of light struck him on the chest at heart height. He was dead before he fell backward.
  Master Esselin collapsed in hysterics, trying to scramble as far from the corpse as he could. Tunge yelled for help and then peered down at the dead man, scratching his head in perplexity. When he pushed back the cap and saw the scarred face, he bent down and picked up the left hand. The tip of the first finger was missing. Tunge dashed to the main hall, rummaging through the top drawer of the desk until he found the harper sketch that he remembered seeing. Master Stinar was now in the hall, to find out who was screaming hysterically and why.
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conversations.value: What is the last four paragraphs?
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conversations.value: Erragon held up one hand. "Now don't tell me there are plans in Aivas records for weather satellites."
  With an exclamation of confused aggravation, Erragon rocked back on his chair, looking from Lytol to F'lessan to Tai, hoping for more explanation.
  He felt his chest fill with determination to succeed in his new tasks. He could feel tears coming to his eyes as he held out his hand to Tai. She rose, inclining her body toward him, her eyes shining, too. He saw Lytol's face light up so that he seemed younger and more vital than ever. D'ram and Erragon got to their feet, while Master Wansor beamed benignly around the table.
  The dragons continued to bugle and, in his head, F'lessan was certain that their call reverberated through every Weyr on the planet. He had the dragons' support.