When I first sat down to write, Apostate: The Great War, back in the early 2000’s, I already knew almost every detail about the world in which it was to be set. I had first conceived of it years earlier while still a young military man fresh back from my own war. In those days, as I awaited the end of my military obligation, I found myself with the opportunity to spend more time than was healthy imagining a world where the many subtle realities of my own experiences were more pronounced, more confrontable. It was a world where God was more than an excuse, where actions (good or bad) had real and immediate consequences, and where it was just as easy as in ours to rationalize nearly anything.
I had, in my mind, created the world in almost an instant, the ideas, while complex, meshed quickly and came easily, but for many years I could not find a protagonist. Then, one day in the late fall, many years later, I sat down, put pen to paper, and Jack emerged from somewhere in the back of my mind. He was an angry, hopeful, hurt, and cruel young man who had lost his soul to his own hubris, and I wanted redemption for him from the very first moment that I put him in print, mostly because he was, and always would be, unworthy of it.
Jack walked into my book a man barely more than a boy, yet already lost. The war hard marred him, and the world in which he suddenly found himself was more than he had ever imagined.