Massive thanks go out to the crew at Paizo. There are just too many fantastic people working there to thank properly—but I hope they know how great they are. Big hugs to James Sutter, my terrific editor, who said yes to a Lovecraftian novel and had the wicked idea to make it about Cthulhu.
A huge shout-out to the staff of Lightspeed and Nightmare magazines, who put up with me while I worked on this book. John, Christie, Robyn, Erika, Lisa, Dana, and Melissa: you are the best! I promise I’ll be less distracted now that I’m not trying to put a starspawn back to sleep.
This book could not have been written without the assistance of the finest writing group known to humanity: the Masked Hucksters. Thanks for helping me outline this project and wrangle all the monsters. You are the best and bravest of friends, so mask tip to you, Jen, Rebecca, and Dale.
My family took the brunt of the madness while I summoned up this book. A big apology to Jak, for dropping the ball planning my campaign—you’re the best GM in the world, and I’m just lucky you let me hang out with you. Fiona, thanks for making all those great dinners so I could work. And John … well, there aren’t enough words to express my gratitude for your love and support.
Last, I must thank Howard Phillips Lovecraft for gifting writers everywhere with your Mythos. I will always be in your debt.
Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn.