I’ll never forget the first time a Wardenfly shoved me into a cage. Until that moment, I had been carving through Pharloom with the practiced arrogance of a veteran Hornet – dashing, parrying, and unleashing silk-spun fury on any bug foolish enough to cross my path. I’d collected a dozen charms, mastered the needle’s reach, and felt untouchable. Then one of those loping,...