Who’d have thought an elk book, a horror novel, a story set on the Blackfeet Rez, a revenge tale out of Montana could, after six months, make it to #12 on the NYT best-seller list? So amazing. Or, really, who’d have thought a kid who grew up out in the pastures of West Texas would ever show up there. Thanks, all, and especially thanks to The Only Good Indians‘ editor, Joe Monti, to my amazing publicist, Lauren Jackson, and to my star agent, BJ Robbins:

is the NYT bestselling author of 25 or 30 or so books, +350 stories, some comic books, and all this stuff here. He lives in Boulder, Colorado, and has a few broken-down old trucks, one PhD, and way too many boots