is the story of Jackie of the Old Places. No, this is the story of how I sold my soul to the
devil in 1958; my mother wrote gothic novels and was a little crazy, so she made me read the Lord's
Prayer backward in front of a black candle on Ember Day. I was nine years old, I think, but she gave me up
to the Old Ones. She called them up from the Old Places. And it was so easy.