Chapters (41)
- PART ONE
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- PART TWO
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- PART THREE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Thank you all those loves and dear ones who read and offered insights. My mentor Lynn Hightower, who believed in the story from the onset. And who fell in love with Chance, as I did. For editor extraordinaire, Toni Kirkpatrick, for your inspiring, incisive feedback. For my Albuquerque bestie, sci-fi/magical real wonder, Jennifer Krohn Bourgeois, for our coffee dates, for introducing me to rumballs!, and for our smartypants everything-literary chats. You’ve been such a compass, such a lighthouse. Thank you. Dear UNM poeta, fellow California/New Mexico hybrid, Melisa Garcia, for your attention to Bisabuela’s words, to making sure my acentos were on point! I am grateful for you. My dear poeta friend, Sherine Gilmour, who offered a heartful of edits and those fancy, flaming NY chocolates! My high school friend Nicole Ward, for believing in me all this time. Ann Sargent, who carried what Calliope carried and shared your story with me. My sister friend, Avra Elliott, for writing magic in the desert with me, for casting spells with me, for understanding me. My PFF, Alicia Elkort, for envisioning the strongest, most spitfire women and girls, and for being the sharpest editor I could hope for, the dearest friend—love you forever. My lovebug poeta, Stephanie Bryant Anderson, for the daily emotional support—I love you, woman. Fellow Wally poet Kerrin McCadden, for introducing me to your generous, know-how husband Cliff Coy, who schooled me on all things planes. Sci-fi poeta/novelist & Binder mama I adore, LaToya Jordan, for your always-helpful feedback. Dear poeta, Aurora Lewis, for encouraging exchanges. For all my friends and loves in Facebook Land who shared knowledge and joy with me—and taco memes. My dear magical poet, Stacey Balkun, for all the domestic fabulism and world-building and craft. You rock. Tarot-reader of light, Eileen Murphy, for your friendship and support. Bordista sistas Lauren Marie Fleming and Jessenia Chena Lua, fellow Imperial Valley survivors, dear writer loves who believed in me even when I didn’t believe in myself. My friend Leslie Contreras Schwartz for support, solidarity, and love.
All the gratitude for my dream agent, Laura Blake Peterson. Your staunch belief in Calliope’s story, and all my stories to come, has made my dreams come true. I’m so thankful for your savvy support. My wonderfully supportive Blackstone Press editor, Vikki Warner. #TeamCalliope! I appreciate our shared vision of strong women doing badass things in the world. The whole Blackstone team has been amazing and I couldn’t ask for a better crew on Calliope’s journey! And Megan Tripp for pulling Calliope up from the slush pile. Thank you forever. For my dear editor, Peggy Hageman, whose patient incisions and astute sutures helped me see the story anew. And for Ember Hood, wonder editor, catcher of things great and small!