“The River” (in Synchronic: 13 Tales of Time Travel)
“Resistance” (in Tales of Pennsylvania)
“Manufacturing Elvis” (in Tales of Tinfoil: Stories of Paranoia and Conspiracy)
“The Poetry of Santiago” (in Tails of the Apocalypse)
About Jennifer Ellis
Jennifer lives in the mountains of British Columbia where she can be found writing, hiking, skiing, borrowing dogs, and evading bears. She writes science fiction, romance and dystopian fiction for children and adults, including Apocalypse Weird: Reversal in Wonderment Media's Apocalypse Weird world and A Pair of Docks, which was a bestseller in children's time travel fiction. She has also contributed to several anthologies, most notably Synchronic: 13 Tales of Time Travel, which hit #16 in the Kindle Store.
She blogs at www.jenniferellis.ca and can be found on Twitter at @jenniferlellis.
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Acknowledgements
As always, this novel was written in a blur of work, writing, and promoting my other books, not to mention keeping house, exercising, and cat and children tending. I used to throw grand dinner parties all the time, but since taking up writing, I’m afraid my dining room table has been vacant more often than not. I am very grateful to my friends for still remembering who I am when I meet them in the street. Someday the parties will return… when I make enough money to hire a caterer.
Thanks as always to my editor, David Gatewood, whose reliable and hilarious corrections always improve my work, and to my cover designer, Andrew Brown of Design for Writers.
Thanks also to my indie friends Kristene Perron, Chris Pourteau, Hank Garner, Stefan Bolz, Kim Wells, Michael Bunker, and Nick Cole. You all make this a ride worth taking. Too bad you can’t come up to Canada for dinner. The three amigos deserve a particular mention. You know who you are. I wouldn’t get through this without you.
And to my family of men and boys, thanks for believing in me, or sort of believing in me, or at least dealing with the cats while I lock myself in the writing garret. You guys are the best.
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