This book is dedicated to Leif Eiríksson, my other sun. I could not have done this life without him.
Excerpt from the The Staircase:
I am sitting in my boat as if in an igloo. I am wrapped up in my bed. The snow streams in pummeling from the east in a horizontal wet sweep. The snow is gathering deep. The dog's heat had kept the boat's temperature above freezing, but now, as I write I doubt the treat. He must be keeping it all for himself.
