Whoa. Book seven. I didn’t think I’d get here when I first started, so I’m very grateful to you for reading and for telling your friends about the series. This book is proof that word-of-mouth is still king. Thank you!
Many beers to my agent, Evan Goldfried, for steering the ship and untold other nautical metaphors that may or may not involve a sextant. Being an agent is nothing like being a sailor, by the way. I just wanted to thank Evan and use the word sextant.
The editorial team at Del Rey goes to heroic lengths to make sure my books are spiffy, and that’s because they really are heroes. They’re part of the Fictional Four, a supergroup defending the world from plot holes and rogue apostrophes and so on. Here they are:
Tricia Narwani is my Metal Editor. Mike Braff, as you might guess, is Viking Mike. Sarah Peed is Dutch Fury, and April Flores is the Human Expletive. They save my life on a regular basis, and I’m extremely privileged to work with them.
Many thanks to Vidhyu Rao, whose kind and patient conversation illuminated much for me one day on a flight out of Minneapolis. Thanks also to Siva and Jesse Nattamai and to Jasmine Pues for their enlightening correspondence, and to Helgi Briem for some pronunciation help on the yeti names.
My family and friends keep me sane and loved, and I’m so very lucky to have them in my life. And doggies too. Don’t forget the doggies! Peace and harmony, friends.