Thanks for this book (and the series) go first and foremost to Miriam Kriss, who read the first half-page of a Kismet novel and insisted I finish the damn thing. Miriam, you are stellar. And I must also mention Devi Pillai too, who is all the things an editor—and, more important, a friend—should be.
Thanks are also due to family and friends: Maddy and Nicky for providing a core of strength; Gates for reminding me that miracles can occur even in the most benighted life; Mel Sanders for being the other half of a writerly brain; and the Mighty F-List for massaging my cortex each morning. And Saint Peter Honigstock, for being the wonderful geek he is.
Last but definitely not least, thanks to Chelsea Curtis, Sixten Zeiss, and Christa Hickey, for coffee, love, and everything else. Including stockings. And Bukowski. And did I mention the coffee?
Finally, as always, thank you, dear Reader. Without you I am merely a voice in the wind. So let me thank you once again in the way we both like best.
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