Shaman Rises

Acknowledgments

My grandfather, for making writing seem a natural occupation.

Mom and Dad, for telling me I could do anything.

Ted, for looking out the window in the first place.

Trip, for illuminating the world-structure error in the early drafts of Urban Shaman.

Trent, for being the first reader for every. single. manuscript.

Bev and Gary, for being forgiving when I wrote during family vacations.

The War Room en masse and Laura Anne, Mikaela, Michelle and Chrysoula in particular, for being there at all sorts of stupid hours when I needed a kick in the pants.

Jennifer, for ten great years.

Matrice, for taking a chance.

My readers, for carrying this story through all the way to the end.

Thank you all so, so much.