Folks who don't write might imagine a book like this springing forth, fully formed, from a solitary person sitting in front of a computer, wrapped in a blanket and covered in cats. While the computer and cat part is absolutely true, and the blanket part is seasonally accurate, there's nothing solitary about the process of bringing a manuscript from rough draft to publication. I owe the success of this story to the unsung heroes of the book world:
To my husband, Andrew, who listens to idea after idea as the story takes shape in my mind.
To my faithful first readers, Jude Rose and Nik Everhart, who ask all the right questions.
To my series science advisor, Joe Childers, who keeps the Horizon fleet flying.
To my entomology advisor May Berenbaum, who made the 'Mites real.
To my editorial team; Emma, Abbie, and Stephanie; who comb through draft after draft, shining up the Hive.
To my agent, Alice Speilburg, who believes in all my worlds.
You are my Soldiers, my Diggers, and my Builders. Long live the Horizon Hive.