Jeremy Staible—A true brother, with or without the ties of blood. He was an inspiration for the original concept of this book, and was its first reader. He continued to believe in the idea and in me even after three years of waiting. Our multi-hour-long talks about this story kept the fires fueled.
Bobby Beaver—A true friend. Bob was there on day one, helping me to piece together the underlying story and universe, mostly in hopes that we would make a movie out of it. Give me time, Bob. I’m on it.
My wife, Kara—My soul mate. She put up with me during some of the toughest times, and reminded me often that I was happiest when I was writing. Thanks for suffering through weekends without me as I took time for the book at the occasional cost of time for us. Your understanding and love were a strength.
Fred and Karleen Staible—You supported me and Kara during the toughest times, and no finer in-laws have ever existed. You are true family to me.
Heather Staible—More sister than sister-in-law, and a fellow writer to boot. You, perhaps, understand better than anyone else what writing means to me. Thanks for loaning me your husband every now and then.
My mother, Vickie Dunn—You have never stopped offering me strength and support. From you, I learned the traits of character I needed to keep telling the story.
Granny and Papa Mansel—Neither of you lived to see me finally reach this goal, but I know you’d be proud. Granny, you believed so much in this dream of mine that you paid for creative writing classes. Papa, you probably thought I was crazy, but you respected me and supported me, and from you I have a model of kind and generous human spirit to draw from. Thank you both. I miss you terribly.