QUOTE : Cheobawn froze. The Dark of the Moons. Spider’s children knew of this time as well. It was the one night, in spring, as the snows melted from the high places, when the double moons stayed hidden from sight. It was the night that only occurred every thirty years, when Spider’s children awoke in their shells buried in the warm sand of a thousand nameless beaches on the shores of a thousand nameless seas on a thousand nameless planets. It was the night they remembered that they needed to go home, home to the shallow, salty ocean named Orson’s Sea by a race of humans who had thought themselves immune to the rules of the patterning of the place upon which they stood.