Juliane Mayer Knihy

Humanity is reaching for the stars, but what must we prove to get there?

She concealed her great gifts, but some plans were made to be broken.

In the year 2051, Earth stood on the brink of acceptance as full member of the Galactic Milieu, a confederation of worlds spread across the galaxy. Leading humanity was the powerful Remillard family, but somebody--or something--known only as "Fury" wanted them out of the way.Only Rogi Remillard, the chosen tool of the most powerful alien being in the Milieu, and his nephew Marc, the greatest metapsychic yet born on Earth, knew about Fury. But even they were powerless to stop it when it began to kill off Remillards and other metapsychic operants--and all the suspects were Remillards themselves.Meanwhile, a Remillard son was born, a boy who could represent the future of all humanity. His incredible mind was more powerful even than his brother Marc's--but he was destined to be desroyed by his own DNA...unless Fury got to him first!From the Paperback edition.

Exiled beyond the time-portal into the world of six million years ago, the misfits of the 22nd century are enmeshed in the age-old war of two alien races. In this strange world, each year brings the ritual combat between the Firvulag and the Tanu. This is the sequel to The Many-Coloured Land.

Book One in the Saga of the Exiles The epic odyssey of the misfits amd mavericks of the 22nd Century who pass through the time-doors of the Pliocene Epoch into the battleground of two warring races from a planet far away... (Source: back cover)

The Frivulag are rising, while the children of the metaphysic rebels are to re-open the time gate - sole escape route back to the Galatic Milieu - and Marc Remillard, the adversary, takes up his destined role in the power play.

On Earth, six million B.C., two species of alien ruled, the graceful humanoid Tanu and their twisted brethren, the Firvulag. Then men from twenty-second century Earth arrived through a one-way time tunnel -- and soon the aliens were locked in a battle to the death, for the humans had upset the precarious balance of power that existed between them. But when the tides of combat had receded, no one group held firm control, though Aiken Drum, man of no woman born, had declared himself the Nonborn King . . . .