Dedication For Lisa, who showed me how to fight the worst demons.
Acknowledgements I have been writing since before I was even old enough to know the alphabet and my stories were just stick figure pictures of cats going on adventures. Now that this book is in your hands, my ultimate life goal has been achieved. I’ll have to start thinking of some new ones soon, I guess. Seeing Norway would be cool; I’ve got a little Viking blood. But before I do that, I need to make sure I get out my immeasurable, extreme, totally mushy gratitude to everyone who helped me along this journey. First, I want to thank Mike and Gail O’Connell for their endless patience, guidance, and general kindness. Without you, none of this would have been possible, and I am so, so insanely beyond words to thank you for recognizing me in that little coffee shop in Toms River years ago. You are both amazing, as are the rest of the staff at Hibernian Publishing who put their valuable time and effort into transforming this manuscript into a book. Thank you, also, to Lisa, for always encouraging me every step of the way and for being my biggest supporter every minute. Thank you for your hours and hours of listening to me vent and especially for reading this even though it scared you. You are amazing, and I am so blessed to have worked with you for the past decade. Thank you to my parents for letting me spend hours of time locked in my room and writing/drawing away when I should have been emptying the dishwasher or folding my laundry. Especially to my daddy, who passed on a lot of badass traits, but particularly a love of all things creepy and gory. I love you so much. Thank you to Mr. Neid, wherever you are, for letting me write creative stories far beyond the allowed word count and for reading them and cheering me on anyway. Also, for not yelling at me for reading Goosebumps under my desk. To this day, you are