I have been thinking about them. They are tricky little beasties. There are so many people to thank. So many people who helped. There are the people who helped with facts and story and research and history and crunchy little plot problems and people who helped me live the life I had to live while I wrote. And they are numerous and invaluable.
And then there are the people (sometimes the same people) who helped me get there. They believed and knew and loved and wished and wanted and spoke. They made the road from idea to words to story to print to agent to publisher a bounded shape. Without them I would have been roaming around in a shapeless dark. I can never thank them enough. They have a stake in this book. It belongs to them too. Without that gravity of love and trust I could never have ridden my wordy little bicycle to the end of that road. Thank you.