What's the book about …?
Here it is—the story of the fly dance:

The DANCE OF THE FLY ...

In an age of self awareness and spiritual acuity, it still happens that some women are beguiled into dancing with a Fly. The Fly is the ultimate gallant knight who wins the heart of a girl and, as ill matched as King Kong and Ann Darrow, they become intimate partners. And then the dance begins - the cycle of capricious love - and it drums out its rhythm.

It becomes her new rhythm and, like the gentle rocking of an autistic child, it is comforting because it is familiar. Life outside The Dance is too harsh to deal with; it wasn't always but is now. She revolves round and round, over and over in her world of lopsided rhythm, a strange centrifugal force keeping her there. She's Fly Dancing. Then The Fly stabs her with his piercing mouthpart injecting his poison-like enzyme. He watches as the poison turns her insides to liquid, then returns to his perch to preside over … the Fly Dancer.

Not all Flies are males; some are females, but since the beginning of time most have been males. There is a religious Fly. He uses religion to make her do what The Fly wants, not what God wants. The Fly cannot help that he's like that - and she didn't know he was a Fly when she first loved him. He doesn't see things as non-Fly people do: his compound eyes see things as blurry, so he says what he thinks he sees and, because a thousand eyes detect her every movement, he says it often. Even so, no pity for the Fly, else The Dance will go on. He sets up The Dance and presents it to her as the norm. Yet once the Fly Dancer sees it's not a love dance, she starts her valiant struggle out of its rhythm. Some truly can't break free. They kill The Fly because The Dance makes them crazy. Some leave The Fly and then he kills her. The lucky ones focus on growing back their insides and realize then that life extends beyond The Fly. They are released from their autistic rock.

Yet what of the millions that went before them – the ones that died thousands of years ago – that never knew there could be a release? Their spirit covers the earth in a band of guilt which is silent and invisible, yet tangible. It begs to be appeased. Unity always equates to strength, and the brides of ages past observe as the chosen representative called Skye battles it out over the primeval spirit of The Fly.

If she wins, they win too and go back to their graves and eternal rest, for then they'll be free. If she's defeated the guilt cloud remains over the earth for another thousand years till the next herald steps forward.

Although the Fly sets the rhythm, he can't dance alone. When she stops dancing with him, her life becomes wonderful, while all of a sudden he realises he's dancing solo. He either moves on to find another who'll dance with him, or he is shocked into changing. Not shocked by his bad dancing and insidious rhythm, but shocked that people may find out that he's a Fly.