As I have done in the past and will continue to until Midkemia is no more, my thanks everlasting to the mothers and fathers of Midkemia for giving me a wonderful sandbox in which to play. From Thursday to Friday nights, for thirty years your voices echo in my ear each time I sit down to spin a yarn on our world.
To Jonathon Matson, as always, my thanks for friendship and wise counsel.
To my editors, for always trying hard no matter how crazy the circumstances.
To my mother, for always inspiring me through sheer endurance and unqualified love.
To my children, for giving me a reason for existing beyond mere self-gratification and personal goals.
To those ladies with whom I dine, thanks the amusement, the affection, the drama, and the glimpse into a world I barely understand.
To new friends and to enterprises that keep things interesting. Again to my readers, who let me keep doing this. Without any of the above mentioned, and some I’m leaving out would not be worth enduring, let alone living.
