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appendix A-1 rights of the dead
 appendix A-2 resupply

appendix A-3 planet envy

appendix B glossary

appendix C technical notes

appendix D further voyaging

About the Author

Also by Wil McCarthy

Copyright Page

To Michael Barnstijn and Louise MacCallum

for their tireless patronage of

the arts and sciences

acknowledgments


With special thanks to Anne Groell for buying into my madness, to Deanna Hoak for taming it, to
Hayden Green Mountain for the view that inspired this multivolume story, to Rich Powers and Gary
Snyder for serving as vital sounding boards and bullshit detectors, to Bruce Hall for editing as though he
were autistic (I mean this in a good way), and to Cathy for, well, everything.

The third part of this volume is drawn in part from twenty-year-old doodlings in the margins of the
Computational Fluid Dynamics notebook I used at CU Boulder in 1985. Ah, Boulder. The title and a bit
of the Lune imagery come from a dream I had during the same period, in which I held and examined a
paperback book by that name, apparently written by myself. I'd like to thank Chun-Yen Chow and
Scotty Cassut for inspiring these, and Richmond T. Meyer for the offhand remarks and critiques that
have been cooking in my back brain ever since. More recently I had the pleasure of discussing the
physics and biology of the squozen moon with Jack Williamson, and with Hal Clement (Harry Stubbs)
shortly before his death. I'm grateful to both for their enthusiasm and support.

That these silly ideas have actually wormed their way between the covers of a book is literally a dream
come true, so in addition I'd like to thank you, the reader, for indulging me in this way. You rock.

The ideas behind parts one and two have also been a long time building, and owe their cohesion in large
part to Gary Snyder, Shawna McCarthy, Mike McCarthy, Vernor Vinge, Scott Edelman, Shelly
Shapiro, Chris Schluep, Anne Groell, Stanley Schmidt, Bernard Haisch, Richard Turton, and Sir Arthur
C. Clarke. I am their imperfect messenger; hold them blameless (well, mostly blameless) for any errors
you encounter in these pages.