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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Like all good shows, this one couldn’t have come about without the support and collaboration of a multitude of people. I couldn’t hope to list them all, but I’ll try to name a few. In no particular order...
To my parents and family, for keeping me afloat in more ways than one and not (publicly) questioning my dreams of A) running away to the circus, B) becoming a writer, and C) gallivanting across foreign countries. Which, of course, pretty much dictated the inevitable D) living as a broke artist.
To my agent, Laurie McLean, for having more faith in my work than I ever thought possible. Superheroes exist—she is proof. And to Pam van Hylckama Vleig, for adding her magic to the mix.
To my amazing team at 47North, who got this show on the road in six short weeks, and my editor David Pomerico, who decided a book about demented, murderous circus faeries was
idea. You guys are miracle workers.
To Devyn, for 2 a.m. intercontinental plotting. Without him, this show wouldn’t exist. And Mab wouldn’t be nearly as fabulous.
To Adam, for reading this in a circus tent in Norway and demanding more.
To my circus family the world over: Julie, Mags, M.A., Zay, Allison, Rodolfo, Charmaine...everyone with Aerial Angels, Spinal Chord Projects, Aerial Edge, Circus Smirkus, Xanti, and SHOW, for making me feel at home no matter where I was. I love you all.
To Bea, for always being my artiste extraordinaire.
To my Scottish writing friends, for all the critiques and coffee and advice on what author photo I should put on my private jet.
To the YARebels past and present, for understanding my crazy.
To the amazing bloggers, tweeters, readers, and Internet friends who’ve supported both me and my work, with a special shout-out to Rockstar Book Tours for the greatest blog tour on Earth.
To Lendrick, for helping me find the space to breathe.
...I couldn’t have done this, any of this, without you. Thank you.
You’re the true stars of this show.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Alex Kahler is no stranger to the circus life. While he may have been born in a small town in Iowa, like a true Sagittarian, he has roamed the world. He taught trapeze in Amsterdam and Madrid, drummed with Norse shamans, got lost in the Scottish moors, and traveled across the United States with various circus groups. When he’s not writing or climbing the rafters, he’s probably indulging his wanderlust or scoping out a new cafe to haunt.
