This story has taken me through a journey I never saw coming when I started out. It began as a single scene – Bren in the carriage, writing to an aunt about a fire– and grew from there. It has also taken me through a rough time in my personal life: countless hours spent in hospitals and oncology wards, a rollercoaster of medical emergencies, and several months saying a gradual, brutal goodbye to someone I love. 

I have learned a lot writing this story, from how to come up with realistic outlines, to how to finish something big. It almost makes me sad, now, because I know it's not going to take as much time to write this last book as it did the two before, and I don't want it to end. *sniff* 

To all the amazing people who have read, voted, and followed Bren, Arramy and NaVarre through this crazy hot mess of a plot I've heaped on them, thank you so much. It means more than I can say. You've been a bright spot on many bad days. 

Sincerely,

Anna