A novel is never written in isolation. There have been so many people during my thirty-two years on this planet who have encouraged and supported me. If your name isn’t here, don’t worry; you’re very appreciated.
David Myer, who wrote The Whalers of Tangalooma, was invaluable. This book would not exist without his input and generosity toward this new author.
Thank you Paul Stephens, Martin Winney, Nathan Dodd and Tiny Owl Workshop, who encouraged me when encouragement was hard to come by and made me want to keep going.
My agent, Gaby Naher, whose support and eye for a story made this book way better.
All the wonderful people at Allen & Unwin. You’ve all been so patient and kind. Siobhan, Ali, Rebecca, and all the unsung heroes who made this book as good as it can be; you have my many thanks. And especially Jane Palfreyman, who took this novel (and me) under her wing and then pushed it (and me) confidently from the nest.
David and Carolyn Thomas, my spiritual mum and dad. I wouldn’t have had the confidence to pick up a pen without you gently and forcibly shoving me in that direction.
My mum and dad, who showed up to so many Sounds Like Chicken gigs it bordered on embarrassing. You’ve always been my biggest champions and I love you for it.
My family. My kids. It’s an honour to be your dad. You are brave and wonderful. This book is for you.
And Lena. What a beautiful lady. The very best type of wife. You set me straight and pick me up when I’m down and encourage my creativity and love for Nintendo. I count my blessings every day that I’m the guy you’re spending your life with.
And God. For everything.