The Ship Beyond Time (The Girl from Everywhere #2)(94)

What caused the bizarre behavior that led to his death in Kealakekua Bay? One may speculate, though there is no record of a prophecy made by a mysterious woman in the Port of London.





ACKNOWLEDGMENTS


All ships need a good crew—this past year, I’ve sailed with the best.

My great thanks to Martha Mihalick, for making sure this book is shipshape, stem to stern, through her patience both at the helm and at the holystone. Thanks also to Molly Ker Hawn, without whom the Temptation would not have left port.

To the librarians and booksellers, thank you for being real-life Navigators, carrying us magically to places out of myth and history.

Fair winds brought me to the Sweet Sixteens—more real than two pieces of eight (pardon the puns) and worth their weight in gold. Special thanks to Alwyn Hamilton, who, when asked for an emergency critique, swung to the rescue with guns blazing.

I salute the assorted tars, salts, and scalawags who inspire me: here are dragons born. Cristina Das, Elspeth Morris, and Michelle Veazie on art history; Matt Holohan and Tommaso Sciortino on gods and devils; Paul Bruno on fate and free will; Nelson Lugo with all the cards up his sleeves; Fyodor Pavlov for the cut of his jib; Mike Pettry and Allison Posner for their siren song.

I’m ever grateful for Jennifer Baker, Bean River Haskell, Brittany of Brittany’s Book Rambles, Kris of My Friends are Fiction, and Rachel of A Perfection Called Books. Thank you for ringing the ship’s bell for Book One (or were you sounding the alarm?).

To the old salts and sea dogs—Becky Albertalli, Rae Carson, Jodi Meadows, Danielle Paige, Adam Silvera, and Anne Ursu—thank you for sharing your charts of the seas through which I’m now sailing.

My boundless appreciation for the team at Greenwillow, particularly Tim Smith for his weather eye on first watch, Gina Rizzo for flying our flag, and Sylvie Le Floc’h for designing it.

Love and gratitude to my family—Thekla and Duncan, Matt and Lisa, Ken and Cindy, Mom and Dad—for being there under red skies, at night or in the morning.

And always, to Bret and Felix, who buoy me up.