This book would not be what it is without the following astonishing droogs:
My wonderful and courageous editor, Melanie Nolan. Your insight and faith never cease to amaze me. I’ll make a sci-fi nerd of you yet.
My band of fearless beta readers: Laini Taylor, Lindsay “LT” Ribar, Caitie Flum, and, especially, my partner in crime, Amie Kaufman, who has been bugging me to finish this book since she read the first chapters back in 2013. Long and slightly uncomfortable hugs must also go to Beth Revis, Marie Lu, and Kiersten White for reading it early and saying nice things about it. I love you guys. Thank you thank you thank you.
Many thanks to my crew at Random House/Knopf—Barbara Marcus, Judith Haut, Sam Im, Karen Greenberg, Ray Shappell, John Adamo, Aisha Cloud, Alison Kolani, Artie Bennett, Amy Schroeder, Alison Impey, Stephanie Moss, Ken Crossland, Jenny Brown, and everyone else who works so tirelessly behind the scenes. Huge props must also go to Anna McFarlane, Radhiah Chowdhury, Jessica Seaborn, Kristy Rizzo, Victoria Brown, Eva Mills, and all the crew at my Australian publishers, Allen & Unwin, for making me feel so at home, and to all my publishers around the world.
My secret agents, Josh and Tracey from Adams Lit. Thank you for breaking all the right thumbs and inviting me into your home and your literary family. Keep pounding!
All the bookstagrammers, bloggers, and vloggers across the globe who’ve supported my work—there are far too many of you folks to name, but please understand I see all you do for me. For the fan art and the reviews, the pimping and the tattoos (!!!), I am so grateful for your passion, energy, and love. You turn my flint-black heart into flint-black goo.
The artists who inspire me, particularly in the creation of this beast—Bill Hicks (RIP, see you down in Arizona Bay), Sam Carter, Tom Searle (RIP) and Architects, Maynard James Keenan and Tool, Oli and BMTH, Chino and the ’Tones, Burton and FF, Ian and the ’Vool, Matt and A7X (RIP Rev), Ludovico Einaudi, Al and Ministry, Trent and NIN, Marcus/Adrian and Northlane, Winston and PWD, Paul Watson, Jeff Hansen and the courageous crews at Sea Shepherd, William Gibson, Ray Kurzweil, Mike Ruppert, Scott Westerfeld, Cherie Priest, Jason Shawn Alexander, Lauren Beukes, Jamie Hewlett and Alan Martin, George Miller, Jenny Beavan, Mike Pondsmith, and Veronica Roth.
My droogs among droogs—Marc, B-Money, Surly Jim, Rafe, Weez, Sam, my Throners and Conquistadors—thanks for getting me out of the goddamn house occasionally. Long and slightly uncomfortable hugs must also go to C. S. Pacat, for Thursdays.
Big hugs to Tovo for the photography and the hooch.
Eternal gratitude must also be given to the manufacturers of Red Bull and Jack Daniel’s Tennessee Whiskey—couldn’t have done it without you, kids.
My family, so far away but always with me.
And, of course, Amanda. I always save the best for last.