by Vivian Barz
Valerie Ford, Marcy Crawford, MaryAnn Faehnrich, and Patrick Jay Thorstenson, my “bestest-Midwestest” family in Mobridge, deserve a big thank-you for their continuous endorsement (and endless supply of homemade potato salad).
Amanda and the rest of my second family, “M-2, D-2, and S-2-Jess,” deserve special thanks for their support and encouragement throughout the years. Get that air mattress inflated; I’ll be coming to squat soon enough.
I thank my mother, Linda Barz (who is so great that she’s mentioned twice in this section), for not only giving birth to me but also fostering my writing since forever. She’s spent more hours on the phone listening to me yammer about gruesome plotlines than I care to reveal; the woman has the patience of a saint. Love you, Mom.
Lastly, I thank Austin Williams, a genuine friend and kick-ass author who told me early on that Forgotten Bones had the potential to be published, and that I should really—yes, really —keep pecking away at it. Looks like you were right, Williams. Have I ever told you that you’re the best?
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Vivian Barz grew up on a farm in a small Northern California town of less than three thousand people. With plenty of fresh air and space to let her imagination run wild, she began penning mysteries at a young age. One of Barz’s earliest works, a story about a magical scarecrow with a taste for children’s blood, was read to her third-grade class during show-and-tell. It received mixed reviews. Vivian kept writing, later studying English and film and media studies at the University of California, Irvine. She now resides in Los Angeles, where she is always working on her next screenplay and novel. Barz also writes under the pen name Sloan Archer.
