The natives of Darkover were human, but hostile to the Earth colonists who had come to their planet. Larry Montray, however, was able to become friendly with the Altons, an important clan, and was one of the few Terrans ever to observe Darkovan life and customs at first hand.
But Larry was to get much more than he bargained for - he found himself in the middle of a feud older than memory; a feud fought by unknown beings, a deadly beasts and alien intelligences ... and his actions were to determine the fate of every Terran on the planet of the Blood Red sun.
the bandit leader gestured Larry to sit on the bench, and then drew a strange jewel stone that flashed blue out from a cloth.
"I hardly dare to hope you will make will make this easy for me - or yourself. But you are going to read this for me, no matter what I have to do to persuade you."
Larry felt his hand tremble as the stone was put into it. He raised his eyes ...
Blinding pain thrust through his head while shadows became forms in the blue glare of the jewel stone. the forms became clearer - a group of men riding, the face of Lorill Hastur shrouded in a gray hood, the outline of the spaceport HQ building ...
Larry suddenly became aware of what was happening. Somehow, through this magical stone, and some power of his own, he was transmitting pictures of actual events to the raiders.
A blind fury surged up in him at the cruel man who was using him this way - such a flare of hatred as he had never felt.
As Larry's wrath surged high and red, the bandit drew a gasping breath of agony and doubled over in anguish. ...