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Huge thanks to the amazing editorial team at Orbit. Devi, thanks for your many insights, your enthusiasm, and your guidance ushering me through an unfamiliar process. Tim, thanks for taking a chance on me. Jennifer, you were my first contact at Orbit, and I have to tell you, the fact that I'd e-mail you a question and get an answer the same morning was a big deal. Of course, then you started sending me paperwork-and then I knew I wasn't dreaming. Alex, thanks for your brilliant Web page design, the beautiful billboards, full page scratch-and-sniff ads in the New York Times, and those nifty little cardboard display stands at Borders.

They're fab. Lauren, thank you for taking my ones and zeros and making something real. Hilary, copyeditor extraordinaire, a special thanks for two words: bollock dagger. They made the novel. I also want to thank all the other people at Orbit and Hachette who do the real work while we artists sit in cafes wearing black, drinking lattes. I'd mention you by name, but I don't know your names.

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However, I do appreciate what you do to take my words and make something out of them. So, layout people, art people by the way, Wow!

Crazy dreamers need a lot of encouragers. Kevin, your being proud of me is about the best thing a little brother can get. Dad, one of my first memories is of sharing my worry with you about the space shuttle poking holes in the atmosphere and letting out all of Earth's air.

Rather than rushing to correct me, you listened-and still do. Jacob Klein, your encouragement and friendship over the years have been invaluable. You were there at the very beginning 4 A. Dennis Foley, you were the first professional writer who gave me time and guidance.

You said you'd tell me if I should give up and get a real job-and that I shouldn't. Cody Lee, thanks for the unbridled enthusiasm; it still makes me smile. Thanks to everyone over the years who, on finding out I was a writer, didn't ask, "Oh, are you published? You do realize the only people who usually read acknowledgments are looking for their own name, right? If you're quirky enough to read acknowledgments without knowing the author, you and I are going to get along fine.

Picking up a book by an author you've never read is a leap of faith. Here's my offer: you give me a couple of pages, and I'll give you a helluva ride. He stared at the narrow space beneath the wall, trying to get his nerve up.

The sun wouldn't come up for hours, and the tavern was empty. Most taverns in the city had dirt floors, but this part of the Warrens had been built over marshland, and not even drunks wanted to drink standing ankle-deep in mud, so the tavern had been raised a few inches on stilts and floored with stout bamboo poles. Coins sometimes dropped through the gaps in the bamboo, and the crawlspace was too small for most people to go after them. The guild's bigs were too big and the littles were too scared to squeeze into the suffocating darkness shared with spiders and cockroaches and rats and the wicked half-wild tomcat the owner kept.

Worst was the pressure of the bamboo against your back, flattening you every time a patron walked overhead.

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Her wisdom has rescued me from many a story dead end. To get published, you have to defy overwhelming odds; to marry a woman like Kristi, you have to knock them out. My agent Don Maass has an understanding of story that I've not seen rivaled.

Don, you've been a reality check, a wise teacher, and an encourager. You make me a better writer.

Huge thanks to the amazing editorial team at Orbit. Devi, thanks for your many insights, your enthusiasm, and your guidance ushering me through an unfamiliar process. Tim, thanks for taking a chance on me. Jennifer, you were my first contact at Orbit, and I have to tell you, the fact that I'd e-mail you a question and get an answer the same morning was a big deal.

Of course, then you started sending me paperwork-and then I knew I wasn't dreaming. Alex, thanks for your brilliant Web page design, the beautiful billboards, full page scratch-and-sniff ads in the New York Times, and those nifty little cardboard display stands at Borders.

They're fab. Lauren, thank you for taking my ones and zeros and making something real. Hilary, copyeditor extraordinaire, a special thanks for two words: They made the novel.

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I also want to thank all the other people at Orbit and Hachette who do the real work while we artists sit in cafes wearing black, drinking lattes. I'd mention you by name, but I don't know your names.

However, I do appreciate what you do to take my words and make something out of them. So, layout people, art people by the way, Wow! Crazy dreamers need a lot of encouragers. Kevin, your being proud of me is about the best thing a little brother can get. Dad, one of my first memories is of sharing my worry with you about the space shuttle poking holes in the atmosphere and letting out all of Earth's air. Rather than rushing to correct me, you listened-and still do.

Jacob Klein, your encouragement and friendship over the years have been invaluable. You were there at the very beginning 4 A.

Dennis Foley, you were the first professional writer who gave me time and guidance.

You said you'd tell me if I should give up and get a real job-and that I shouldn't. Cody Lee, thanks for the unbridled enthusiasm; it still makes me smile. Thanks to everyone over the years who, on finding out I was a writer, didn't ask, "Oh, are you published? You do realize the only people who usually read acknowledgments are looking for their own name, right?

If you're quirky enough to read acknowledgments without knowing the author, you and I are going to get along fine. Picking up a book by an author you've never read is a leap of faith. Here's my offer: He stared at the narrow space beneath the wall, trying to get his nerve up. The sun wouldn't come up for hours, and the tavern was empty. Most taverns in the city had dirt floors, but this part of the Warrens had been built over marshland, and not even drunks wanted to drink standing ankle-deep in mud, so the tavern had been raised a few inches on stilts and floored with stout bamboo poles.

Coins sometimes dropped through the gaps in the bamboo, and the crawlspace was too small for most people to go after them. The guild's bigs were too big and the littles were too scared to squeeze into the suffocating darkness shared with spiders and cockroaches and rats and the wicked half-wild tomcat the owner kept. Worst was the pressure of the bamboo against your back, flattening you every time a patron walked overhead.

It had been Azoth's favorite spot for a year, but he wasn't as small as he used to be. Last time, he got stuck and spent hours panicking until it rained and the ground softened beneath him enough that he could dig himself out.

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It was muddy now, and there would be no patrons, and Azoth had seen the tomcat leave. It should be fine. Besides, Rat was collecting guild dues tomorrow, and Azoth didn't have four coppers. He didn't even have one, so there wasn't much choice. Rat wasn't understanding, and he didn't know his own strength.

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Littles had died from his beatings. Pushing aside mounds of mud, Azoth lay on his stomach. The dank earth soaked his thin, filthy tunic instantly.

He'd have to work fast. He was skinny, and if he caught a chill, the odds of getting better weren't good.

Scooting through the darkness, he began searching for the telltale metallic gleam. A couple of lamps were still burning in the tavern, so light filtered through the gaps, illuminating the mud and standing water in strange rectangles. Heavy marsh mist climbed the shafts of light only to fall over and over again. Spider webs draped across Azoth's face and broke, and he felt a tingle on the back of his neck. He froze.

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It had been Azoth's favorite spot for a year, but he wasn't as small as he used to be. Worst was the pressure of the bamboo against your back, flattening you every time a patron walked overhead. He stared at the narrow space beneath the wall, trying to get his nerve up. It was better than I would do again for a long, long time.