I owe enormous unspeakable thanks to fangirls. To the ones who say it’s okay to be excited and geek out about things; the ones who pull me into fandoms and onto ships with their crazy enthusiasm. Thank you. You made this novel happen.
Thank you, cyber friends, who entertain my endless, “what ifs,” read my fanfiction and endure my obsessive pinning. Thank you, dear friend and literary agent, Dawn Dowdle, for believing in me and talking me off recurring ledge situations. Thank you, Jennifer Anderson for reading all the pages. So very many pages. You make them better. Thank you, Stan Lee for your interpretation of Thor, and Marvel moviemakers for your execution of this captivating character. Thank you, Twitter friends, who listened to my mythology-based ramblings and questions and for your amazing, enthusiastic, and energizing responses to: “What if all the mythology stories were true? What if they collided? What if I did that?”
Thank you, Paige Christian and Renee Rocco for taking a chance on Callie, Liam, and I, and for making our story something worth reading. Finally, deep curtsy to my husband, Bryan, my best friend and partner in excessive tomfoolery. Without your continued support and enabling, I wouldn’t be a novelist. I’d have given up long ago and settled for a regular-person hobby like collecting toothpicks or painting pinecones.
To anyone still reading this acknowledgements page: Thank you, too. I appreciate you.