There is a vast distance between deciding to write a first novel and actually seeing it published, and the journey across this distance can be emotionally brutal. It comes with loneliness attached, but at the same time, requires a massive faith in what you’re doing that is hard to sustain alone. I was able to complete this journey only thanks to a number of people along the way, who lent me their faith when my own was running very low. Since the technology imagined in Altered Carbon doesn’t exist yet, I’d better get on and thank these traveling companions while I can, because without their support, I’m pretty certain Altered Carbon itself would not exist either.
In order of appearance, then: Thanks to Margaret and John Morgan for putting together the original organic material, to Caroline (Dit-Dah) Morgan for enthusiasm from before she could speak, to Gavin Burgess for friendship when often neither of us were in any condition to speak, to Alan Young for depths of unconditional commitment there isn’t any way to speak, and to Virginia Cottinelli for giving me her twenties when I’d almost used mine up. Then, the light at the end of a very long tunnel, thanks to my agent, Carolyn Whitaker, for considering drafts of Altered Carbon not once but twice, and to Simon Spanton at Gollancz for being the man to finally make it happen.
May the road always rise to meet you!
May the wind be always at your back!