Dear Reader,
I grew up with my aunts and my grandparents in a small town named Antelope just north of Sacramento. I've always enjoyed learning, and applying what I learned to life, but didn't have many friends that I saw with any regularity. My sister and I were the only kids in our corner of the neighborhood and our family preferred to have us where they could keep an eye on us. For me that meant staying inside and watching tv or reading. While some days my family could stop me from watching tv, they could never stop me from reading.
The streetlamp outside of my window cast more shadow than light, but I adjusted and read in the darkness as easily as others might on a sunny day. When I was younger I explored the Mountains of Morning and Enchanted Forest with Patricia C. Wrede and loved it when R. L. Stine gave me Goosebumps. When I was older I'd fall asleep to stories from Terry Brooks and Anne McCaffrey as I traveled deep into Shannara or Pern. When I thought of the future my thoughts were cast from the imaginations of Orson Scott Card and the endless possibilities that exist - and the possibilities are truly endless.
I'd like to give a special thanks to my fiance, the mother of my two boys, and my editor, Tiffany, for her support, even though I don't write the kind of stories that she likes reading, and my good friend Nicole, whose birthday present was a story that grew to be an early chapter in Waking Dreams and has always been a muse when I've needed one.
See you on the other side,
Scott R. Soto
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