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Other Books in the Black Bead Chronicles:

Black Bead: Book OneBhotta’s Tears: Book Two

Trade Fair: Book FourDunauken: Book Five

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Spider WarsText copyright © 2016 by J.D. Lakey

Cover & Illustration copyright © 2016 by Dylan Drake

All rights reserved. Published by Wayword Press

No part of this book may be reproduced in any form by any electronic or mechanical means including photocopying, recording, or information storage and retrieval without

permission in writing from the author or publisher.

ISBN-13: 978-0692706886ISBN-10: 0692706887

Book Website: www.JDLakey.com

Contact: [email protected]

Illustrator Website: www.DylanDrakeDesignInc.com

Printed in the U.S.A.Second Edition, May 2016

ForEveryone who said “More Please.”

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“… Jerrod made me a necklace for my birthday out of stones he found down on the beach. It is quite beauti-ful, each bead like a tiny drop of blood. Mindy called them bloodstones and the name has stuck much to Jerrod’s displeasure. He is so proud of his gift. I can-not blame him. Life in the camp is hard, especially for the women. We were allowed to bring so little. Jewel-ry was a luxury denied us. I try to wear the beads but the weight of them has become strangely unbearable. I cannot hear myself think when they are around my neck, for some reason. … the other day I found myself standing on the watchtower staring up at the ridge of mountains on the northern horizon with no memory of having left the campdome or crossing the fields or climbing the ladder to the platform. … I know it is crazy but I think if you listen hard enough, the necklace starts to sing …”

—Anna, the first Motherexcerpts from The JournalsYear Two, The Forbidden Books

vi vii

Planet TearmannThe High Reaches