The Rowan

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Rowan! Before Reidinger got more than her name intő her mind, she opened to him and showed the five new projecíiles driving toward Callisto. For the love of little apples! Reidingerls mind radi-ated incredulity. What has our little man been stirring up? Shall we fínd out? Rowan asked with deadly sweetness. Reidinger transmitted impatience, fury, misery, and then shock as he gathered her intention. Your plan wont work. /ft impossible. We cant merge minds to fíght. Ali of us are too egocentric. Too
unstable. We'd burn out, fíghting each other.
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The colonies on Altair were frontier settle-ments whose raw materials fed the fac-tories of Earth. It was no surprise after tor-rential rains thundered across Altair that the small Rowan Mining camp was totally de-stroyed in a mudslide. What was surprising was the psychic wail of agony that went up, so loud and clear that it pierced the mind of every halfway sensitive telepath on the planet—and more surprising still, the dis-covery that... Tovább

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Rowan! Before Reidinger got more than her name intő her mind, she opened to him and showed the five new projecíiles driving toward Callisto. For the love of little apples! Reidingerls mind radi-ated incredulity. What has our little man been stirring up? Shall we fínd out? Rowan asked with deadly sweetness. Reidinger transmitted impatience, fury, misery, and then shock as he gathered her intention. Your plan wont work. /ft impossible. We cant merge minds to fíght. Ali of us are too egocentric. Too
unstable. We'd burn out, fíghting each other.
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The colonies on Altair were frontier settle-ments whose raw materials fed the fac-tories of Earth. It was no surprise after tor-rential rains thundered across Altair that the small Rowan Mining camp was totally de-stroyed in a mudslide. What was surprising was the psychic wail of agony that went up, so loud and clear that it pierced the mind of every halfway sensitive telepath on the planet—and more surprising still, the dis-covery that this strong new psychic voice belonged to a three-year old child, the lone survivor of the disaster.
They named her "the Rowan," not know-ing any more about her than that, and she grew into a beautiful, magical-looking woman. She was alsó the most important icilent on the planet, using her enormous mentái powers to help move cargo loads to all of the other inhabited worlds.
But it was a lonely life—an especially lonely life for a lovely woman who had been deprived of her childhood. The men who loved her were beneath her, and she loved no one—until Jeff Raven entered her life.
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His voice appeared in her mind one day: the strong call of a fellow telepath in dis-tress. Jeff was a wild Tcilent, his latent abilities called forth by an alien attack that threatened to destroy his planet. With the RowanS help, he drove back the invaders; now he wants only to find out more about the strong and fascinating woman who helped save his world.
Their tumultuous love affair means the end of loneliness for the Rowan, and the unión of their T&lents makes them the most powerful team in all the inhabited worlds— ready for the challenges they expect may await them, as the rest of the univeise be-gins to notice the expansion of humán set-tlements in space.
Anne McCaffrey, one of science flction and fantasyS most popular novelists, is the au-thor of more than six bestsellere, including Dragonlady ofPem and The White Dragon, and most recently The Renegades ofPem. The Dragonlady, as she is affectionately known, makes her home at Dragonhold, in the hills of County Wicklow, Ireland.
Jacket design © 1990 by Mike Stromberg Jacket itlustration © 1990 by Romas Photograph of the author © 1990 by Edmund Ross Vissza