Those who have motivated, put up with, or encouraged me in some way, are so numerous that I could fill another book to acknowledge them.
First and foremost, I’d like to thank God in Jesus’ name for blessing me with this opportunity, for the completion of this book was truly nothing short of miraculous.
My lovely wife “Smoochypoo,” for not complaining about being married to a man who was by all accounts attached symbiotically to a computer for months during the writing of this book.
My mom, dad, family, Grandma, Mr. C, aunts, uncles, and cousins.
My good friend Keith.
Mr. Strain, who stressed the importance of learning English well.
Mrs. Hyde, who saw potential in me when I was too silly to care.
Sarah, Emily, Nancy, and Elizabeth, the knowledgeable grammar Nazis of the Evergreen State College writing program.
The U.S. Army for taking a punk kid and making him an “army strong” man.
Hawk, who taught me much about life, besides the textbook methods of kicking someone’s butt.
The Academy of Brain Johnson in Lacey, Wash., and the Pacific Northwest fight scene in general.
Ryan and the staff at Danger Room Comics in Olympia, Wash.
Last but not least, to those who enjoyed this first installment of the Transcendence series, don’t worry—I’m just getting warmed up.