THE FIRE WITHIN largely owes its existence to Michael Shaara’s THE KILLER ANGELS, a stupendously well–written novel of the Battle of Gettysburg. In fact, it is stupendous enough to have won the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction in 1975. Its external action is limited to the three days of Gettysburg, with multiple viewpoint characters who live their own individual experiences of the battle in a way that together paints a picture of the whole. It’s remarkably well done. And on a sentence and paragraph level, the prose is impeccable. I reread it periodically just to remind myself prose of that quality exists and that, just possibly, it might not be out of my reach with enough practice. I would say the same of A.B. Guthrie’s THE BIG SKY and Patrick O’Brian’s Aubrey/Maturin series.
So THE FIRE WITHIN is THE KILLER ANGELS writ in fantasy: the story of a single battle, with the action playing out across several viewpoints in a short time to make a unified whole.
It did not begin that way. The story had its germ in a meditation on how a half-orc might get along in a world of humans, if at all. Surely it would be a difficult thing. As a species, we tend to be adverse to differences and xenophobic even to other humans. Imagine how a half-orc would navigate that! The other germ was the idea I might write a series of books just centered around battles, again in the spirit of THE KILLER ANGELS. A fantasy battle, a space battle, a sword and sandals battle, etc.
When those two germs came together, the cooking started. (That’s a weird sentence.) Then I realized I couldn’t tell the story of a large battle coherently without other viewpoints, so along came Earic and Zara.
As Tolkien said of his own work, the tale grew in the telling. I’d originally envisioned THE FIRE WITHIN as half its eventual length, and a far simpler sword and shield tale: i.e., a fun fluffy beach read in the vein of BRAGG FOR HIRE. But it seems no outline survives first contact with the pen. The characters grew, the action grew, the battle grew, everything grew. And the work itself grew in seriousness as I made the happy discovery my prose ability had grown since I wrote BRAGG FOR HIRE. I felt able to execute more complicated things, and to carry the reader to places I couldn’t before with any conviction. And with each draft I got better still, necessitating a new draft because the second half always ended up better than the first. (In the end there were eight formal drafts and truly infinite nigglings in between. Eventually I had to say enough was enough and publish it, giving truth to the adage that art is never truly finished just abandoned.)
What I ended up with was a book I would have wanted to read. So it’s to my taste, and hopefully yours as well. It certainly has its flaws, but I believe it has some really nice, even poignant, scenes, most of which I didn’t originally envision and had no idea were coming. That’s part of the charm of doing this: the characters sometimes do their own thing and create their own moments of joy, wonder, and despair. My work is to make you feel those things along with them. I hope I have.

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