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Chapters (75)
  1. Praise
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright Page
  4. Dedication
  5. Acknowledgements
  6. WEAVER OF DREAMS - Long, long ago . . .
  7. Chapter 1
  8. Chapter 2
  9. Chapter 3
  10. Chapter 4
  11. Chapter 5
  12. Chapter 6
  13. Chapter 7
  14. Chapter 8
  15. THE PRINCE OF EBON RIH - This story takes place after the events in Heir to the Shadows
  16. ONE
  17. TWO
  18. THREE
  19. FOUR
  20. FIVE
  21. SIX
  22. SEVEN
  23. EIGHT
  24. NINE
  25. TEN
  26. ELEVEN
  27. TWELVE
  28. THIRTEEN
  29. FOURTEEN
  30. FIFTEEN
  31. SIXTEEN
  32. SEVENTEEN
  33. EIGHTEEN
  34. NINETEEN
  35. TWENTY
  36. TWENTY-ONE
  37. TWENTY-TWO
  38. TWENTY-THREE
  39. TWENTY-FOUR
  40. ZUULAMAN - A story from Saetan’s past
  41. Chapter 1
  42. Chapter 2
  43. Chapter 3
  44. Chapter 4
  45. Chapter 5
  46. Chapter 6
  47. Chapter 7
  48. Chapter 8
  49. Chapter 9
  50. Chapter 10
  51. Chapter 11
  52. Chapter 12
  53. Chapter 13
  54. Chapter 14
  55. Chapter 15
  56. Chapter 16
  57. KAELEER’S HEART - This story takes place after the events in Queen of the Darkness
  58. 1
  59. TWO
  60. THREE
  61. 1
  62. 1
  63. SIX
  64. 1
  65. 1
  66. 1
  67. 1
  68. 1
  69. 1
  70. 1
  71. 1
  72. 1
  73. SIXTEEN
  74. SEVENTEEN
  75. Present

*You have learned well,* Dragon said. *But heed me, little one. You must guard the webs you weave that make dreams into flesh. Many beings will cherish those webs because they are spun out of magic that lives in the heart. But there will be others who will want to destroy that heart-magic before it can touch the world. Guard the webs . . . Weaver of Dreams.*

Dragon’s breath came out in a long sigh . . . and then there was silence.

Chapter 7

7

The golden spider spun out the last thread of the web that filled the space between Dragon’s jaw and shoulder. Most of her offspring had gone away, just ordinary spiders who would spin ordinary webs and catch ordinary prey. But the few who were different, who were like her, had stayed nearby, learning how to spin the tangled webs.

Despite the size of her web, she had caught only one small dream, but that one held a deep well of yearning . . . and a taste of sorrow that was, somehow, connected to Dragon. So she plucked the thread of yearning, sending it back to the heart it had come from.

As day turned to night, she settled into the most sheltered edge of her web—and wondered about the dreamer.

Chapter 8

8

Day had barely touched the sky when she sensed a Presence that resonated with her tangled web. She waited, feeling the faint tremble of footfalls on the earth, the change in the air.

*Sso. My daughter wass able to passs on her gift after all.*

The voice that flowed through her felt like Dragon, but wasn’t quite Dragon.

The Presence approached her web. Her offspring plucked the strands of their own webs, trying to ensnare the Presence’s mind. But the Presence didn’t respond, didn’t give any sign that it had felt the tugs and whispers in those webs.

*Blood singss to blood,* the Presence said, leaning over the spider’s tangled web. *Remember me.*

A drop of blood fell on a knot of tangled threads, a glistening bead of power.

The spider waited until the Presence went away before hurrying over to devour the offering.

Power flowed through her, a power even stronger and richer than Dragon’s had been.

Draca.

Dragon’s Mother. Dragon’s Queen.

Remember me.

For hours that day, the spider stroked the strands of her tangled web, remembering Dragon, remembering the feel of Draca. Not shaped like Dragon, but still a dragon.

This dream web had done what it was meant to do. Draca would not sorrow for Dragon anymore because she had seen that, in the most important way, Dragon was still in the world. Small now, and golden, but still in the world.

The spider carefully cut the anchoring threads and just as carefully rolled the web into a cocoon. She traveled down Dragon’s neck and shoulder until she reached the hole in the chest.