“Bleep bleep! Bleep bleep!” The little craft pitched suddenly downward and to the right. The detectors had picked up ranging radar from the U.P. complex and had automatically taken evasive action. Thomac got control again just over the rooftops, but he noticed an odd blinking, which seemed to come from the floor. It was, in fact, a hole in the floorplate. He bent over and examined the hole carefully. The edges were not jagged nor bent inward. Nor were they fused or melted. The little circle was brilliantly clean. He looked overhead. Ah, the exit hole. He shivered, and then began to perspire. Somebody down there didn’t want him snooping around ...

“World-saver, or world-breaker? The treaty that ended the civil war decreed that the men of science and the followers of the gods would split all of society between them. Yet Guild apprentice Pol was torn between the logic of science and the lure of faith, unaware that destiny had already chosen a very special role for him to play. For Pol was about to encounter a woman of unique power, the mistress of a mysterious, forbidden castle, who would lead him down the pathways of prophecy to a strange and frightening new world…”