Текст книги "Broken Skies"

Автор книги: Theresa Kay

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Jax’s story will be continued in Fractured Suns, expected to be released September 19, 2014.

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About the Author

The only person she knows who had a subscription to Writer’s Digest at eleven and was always excited to write research papers, Theresa has been putting words to paper since a young age. She writes predominantly in the sci-fi and urban fantasy genres. Residing in central Virginia, she juggles two kids, a husband and a full-time job in addition to her writing and in her free time she reads almost anything she can get her hands on.

Okay, enough talking about myself in the third person… I love interacting with readers, so if you want to shoot me a line, you can connect with me on Facebook, Goodreads, Tumblr, and Twitter. Even if it’s not about my books, I like chatting about my (many) fandoms, books and reading in general, or just about anything really.

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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

I think this is the toughest part of the book to write. There are so many people that have helped me and inspired me along the way and I don’t want to leave a single one of them out.

Writing has been a lifelong dream of mine, so this book is the culmination of a lot of hard work and determination. I couldn’t have done it without the early support of my family. From buying me the massive number of books I read when I was a kid to reading my young (and admittedly poor) attempts at crafting novels, my parents and the rest of my extended family have always encouraged me to follow this dream.

So I had the desire, but not the confidence or the motivation, and for many years I wrote nothing. Not. One. Single. Word. And then two seemingly random things happened that sparked my creativity again. One was that I discovered NaNoWriMo, the fifty thousand words in thirty days challenge. It doesn’t matter if those words are utter nonsense, just that they get written. The second thing was a question my pastor posed in one of his sermons: “What have you done with your God given creative talent today?” My answer at the time was ‘nothing’ and I didn’t like that, so I picked up my laptop and started typing. That was almost two years ago.

With the growing number of indie authors, I had plenty of inspiration and I’d especially like to thank those that took time out of their busy schedules to answer questions, cheer me on, or sometimes just chat: Elle Casey, Rachel Higginson, and Jason Brant.

I haven’t been alone in this journey to publication either. I had not only the NovelTEA ladies behind me, but the Rebel Writers as well, so special thanks to Elizabeth, Anna, Regan, Stormy, Caylie, Kate, Jocelyn, Deanna, Nicole, Lindsay, April and Briggs.

This story also wouldn’t be what it is without my wonderful beta readers, Susannah, Kirsten, and Lenore (as well as a few ladies already mentioned).

Thanks also goes out to all the Reckless Rebels that took the time to read and review for me as well as all the bloggers involved in the blog tour to come.

I’m all for the Oxford comma, but often forget to type it, so thanks to my editor, Margaret Rainforth, for making sure it gets in there and for fixing all my other little mistakes.

And since I can make pictures with words, but otherwise have no visual creativity, thank you to Nicole Spence of Cover Shot Creations for taking my random ideas and my blurb and making me the perfect cover.

Last, but not least, thank you again to my family and also to my friends. And even though he’ll probably never read this (I love you anyway honey!), thank you to my husband, Chris, for letting me lock myself away with my laptop and my music and keeping the kids from burning the house down while I was doing it.