To my husband Ken, my partner, who listens to all my crazy ideas, props me up when I’m low, and cooks for me when the deadlines are looming.
To my parents John and Joyce, and my beloved sister Cristie, who answered every Oklahoma question with glee, even when she knew what the book was about.
To my daughter Maddie—thank you for all your love and support. The next book is for you.
I wrote The Last Harvest for my son Rahm—another strong, silent type. The idea for this book was sparked by one of our late night philosophical conversations. You are wise beyond your years and I’m so grateful that I get to be your mom. Keep seeking.
Finally, I’d like to thank Stephen King, Shirley Jackson, Ira Levin, and V. C. Andrews for warping my brain in the best possible way.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
At sixteen, Kim Liggett left her rural Midwestern town for New York City, where she pursued a career in music. Along with lending her voice to hundreds of studio recordings, she was a backup singer for some of the biggest rock bands in the ’80s. Kim spends her free time studying tarot and scouring Manhattan for vials of rare perfume and the perfect egg-white cocktail. You can sign up for email updates here.