Michaela Hamilton believed in me and in this series. She took a chance, and I’m determined to make her proud.
My wife Jennifer Greene never wavers in her support and honesty.
My mother Daisy Jones tolerated me drawing monsters on the wall as a toddler and made sure my brothers and I got to trick or treat when we were old enough—and long after we were too old. She lauded my horrific artwork and remains patient with my oddball outlook. She is a saint.
April Courtney Gooding, who may well be the Supreme Beta Reader of this or any universe.
And lastly—all the Halloweeniacs, metalheads, punkers, greasers, and alt folk, whose passionate spirits I hope to touch.