WAR FEVER You can tell when writers are sucking up to readers. The giveaway in Historical Fantasies is the War Weary Warrior. Ironjaw Misgivings murders ten men before breakfast but guilty nightmares keep him from his beauty sleep. He'd run rings around Alexander, make Genghis Khan look a sissy, but all Ironjaw yearns for is his little highland farm where he raises organic lima beans. Ironjaw is as peace-loving as Gandhi but somehow he's always the one holding his sword aloft crying ‘Charge!’ Convenient that. I’m musing about martial matters because my war of the worlds is drawing to a close. In Spira Mirabilis, a multi-ethnic coalition faces down an empire of fanatics . The empire is crumbling from within, but the coalition is fracturing, and the winner will not be the greatest killer, but the one who falls apart last. The composition of each army then is crucial, and my recruitment policy was catholic: I handed out weapons to underage cripples, blind pacifis...