She met his eyes, but didn’t reach for it. Her captor, his blue eyes cold, held out a breathing mask. The soft hiss of her cabin door made her turn. A tower of the same rock stood, looking organically formed rather than built. Averrine looked through her viewing port to the moon’s surface of black rock shot through with purple glass, bleak and unchanging. The ship’s engines shut down, leaving a heavy silence. In particular, Easons have taken me to cons, ran events with me, and taken me into many, many of their stores. The booksellers who’ve taken a chance and stocked me – Waterstones, Blackwells, the independents who’ve supported. Titancon, for allowing me a glimpse into the world of cons, and for a fun weekend.
The many, many writers I engage with on Facebook and Twitter, too many to name individually, but all such a support. The Sffchronicles, and Brian Turner, for reads, reviews and shout-outs. Of course, Gary Compton of Tickety boo Press, who’s encouraged and supported and put so much energy into the press, and myself.Īnd, lastly, a shout out for those who have supported my launch as a writer this year. Sam Primeau for an amazing, as ever, copy edit. She challenges me to do better, sees the nuances I’m trying to aim for, and is supportive to the end.
Teresa Edgerton, as ever – I’m very lucky to have her as an editor. The beta readers – EJ Tett, who helped so much with the Lichio-Josef dynamics, Kerry Buchanan and, for a late beta that shaped the end of this book into something I feel represents what I wanted for it very well, Bryan Wigmore.Īnd, finally, the professionals. Jim Kane, for his military knowledge and good-humoured guidance. Their patience and guidance was astounding. The Hex-Men line-up when I was writing this: Anna Dickinson, Suzanne Jackson, and John J Brady. We’ve had a blast in the last year, since Abendau’s Heir came out, and their enthusiasm has been a real treat to share. Sunset was my second book and, as ever, I needed some wise guidance and lots of support to get me to this point.Īs ever, my family.
The characters, incidents, and dialog are products of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
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