My Biggest Dream Was To Ruin The

I Had A Couple Of Friends, But I Was Mostly The Kid With His Nose In A Book.

Anyone Can Be Killed.

From Where I Sit, Battles Are Hard. I’ve Written My Share. Sometimes I Employ The Private’s Viewpoint, Very Up Close And Personal, Dropping The Reader Right Into The Middle Of The Carnage. That’s Vivid And Visceral, But Of Necessity Chaotic, And It Is Easy To Lose All Sense Of The Battle As A Whole. Sometimes I Go With The General’s Point Of View Instead, Looking Down From On High, Seeing Lines And Flanks And Reserves. That Gives A Great Sense Of The Tactics, Of How The Battle Is Won Or Lost, But Can Easily Slide Into Abstraction.

The Sea Is Never Weary. I Must Be As Tireless.

The Morning Air Was Dark With The Smoke Of Burning Gods.