A crown of woven silk, spun from the void itself, descended onto his brow.

Sorion felt his bones shift — subtle at first. His senses exploded outward. He could feel the trembling strands that connected thought to thought, soul to soul.

In accepting the Spider, he had accepted exile from simple humanity. But he had gained something far greater.

He was heir to the Hidden War.

And the first battle loomed closer than he had ever dreamed.