From the book cover:
"TALK TO ME, SPYDER. TELL ME THE STORY...."
"You already know the story, Robin."
But Robin squeezes her hand hard, sudden, unexpected pressure, and her eyes flutter open.
"Please, Spyder?" she asks, "please? I need to hear it again, I need to hear you tell it."
"It's very late," Spyder says, brushing Robin's bangs from her eyes. "You look so sleepy."
"I need to hear," Robin says and now she sounds desperate, close to tears. "I need to hear."
Spyder sighs, hugs Robin close.
Outside the house, Spyder's rambling junk cluttered house where it is never anything but Halloween-the late October night is still and satisfied. No wolf-howling wind or bare branches scritching window glass, nothing but the sound of a car passing on the street. Spyder waits until it has gone and then she clears her throat.
"Before the World," she begins, "there was a war in Heaven...."
