John Crow's Devil

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I wish to express my sincere thanks to all the following, who taught me that contrary to the name below the title, one person does not a book make:

Kaylie Jones, my editor, mentor, and friend, who saved this novel in a way that I will reveal one day; Colin Channer, Kwame Dawes, Justine Henzell, and Calabash; Elizabeth Nunez; Charlotte Wasserstein; victims who read the first draft of the manuscript: Danielle Goodman and Kwesi Dickson; Johnny Temple; everybody at Hallin Bank; the Cowans; James Hill Family; Clint and Elizabeth Hill; Ingrid Riley; Simon Levy; the Jameses, Dillons, and Messados; and any deserving person I completely forgot.

no living thing flew over the village of Gibbeah, neither fowl, nor dove, nor crow. Yet few looked above, terrified should an omen come in a shriek or flutter. Nothing flew but dust. It slipped through window blades, door cracks, and the lifting clay of rooftops. Dust coated house and ground, shed and tree, machine and vehicle with a blanket of gray. Dust hid blood, but not remembrance.

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