Acknowledgements
The road to the release of a book is no longer new to me, and, as always, it is not a road I travel alone. I’d like to thank those who have walked with me.
My husband, Michael, who walks by my side even when he’s convinced I don’t know where I’m going.
My sons, Edmund and Atticus, who run ahead but return every now and then to make sure I’m keeping up.
My father who is always within shouting distance, burdened though he is by multiple copies of my books.
My sisters, Devini and Nilukshi, who meet me at occasional crossroads and prod me on my way.
My mother, who long ago taught me to read.
My old friend, Alastair Blanshard, whose name I have borrowed for my gentleman spy, and whose company I seek regularly for inspiration.
David Tennant, a “scorner of the ground”, wh
