Conversations With A Spider

The warm winds blasted against his gaunt face as he tore along the open highway. From the speeding motorcycle, Spider surveyed the desolate wastelands that lay either side of the seemingly endless road before him. The town of Shadowvale was far behind and he felt a small measure of satisfaction for Michael, now that the boy had a place to call home. In truth it had been an ordeal for him to remain around those people for so long. Grim memories from his past never ceased from playing in his ...