Tale of the Iron Rose

So, while part I of the Iron Rose has been shipped off to my friends and family for test reading, and I sit here eagerly (read: terrified) awaiting response... I've arrived at the thought that they may just have the slightest confusion as to how someone like me, ended up writing a coming of age story of a small feral girl in a post war fantasy world.

Here's how:

Originally, Rose wasn't Rose, she didn't have a name. The book was to go through the entire first part, never naming her, because at the end she died. She was not the feral race she is, in fact her race was never clearly defined. It was a book about the eventual outcome of racism (not color, but non-human) in fantasy worlds, that this girl would either end up someone's fetish in a brothel, or dead.

This all changed one day at the art museum.

I came across a sketch, one I've searched for during all the years since and have yet to find. It stood next to a large painting by the same artist. The painting, was a long mural of a dance hall, in it were dozens of girls around eleven years old, as well as their matron. All of them wore cat masks, and they prowled and played on a stage.

While this would have simply been a charming picture, there was one more thing, another girl. She looked older, possibly about thirteen or fourteen, more mature than the others. She wore a dress, and held her mask in her hand. She leaned against the pillar, and smiled at the viewer in a sort of shy and coy way.

It showed the tranisition from playful child, to young woman in a way that transfixed all who walked past. The girl was small, thin, but the way she held the mask, sort of like being stuck between two worlds, wild youngsters and mature adults, just clicked for me.

Then there was that sketch, like Esher had gotten drunk while watching anime. A world set in the sky, populated by beastial people (furry ears, eyes, tails) dancing wildly naked in the possible night. All of them looked feral and dangerous, yet they danced like children.

Seeing the two of them changed the way I wanted to portray my girl, I wanted some of that in her. That wild demure, crazy calm. I also liked the color of the girls hair in the painting, so Rose became a redhead, hence the name "Rose".

Even the name of her race changed, Cho'tahn, which is found out in another book "Joker and the Thief", which takes place in the same world, but two-hundred years earlier on the other continent (River's End, that place), to roughly translate to "Children of the Moon". Showing that in this book, her people are the children in the dance hall, and the creatures in the floating forest, and Rose is between the two.

The conflict was never Rose trying to fit in with her new people, but Rose trying to fit in with herself. If -anyone- figures out the secret behind the story... you literally win at everything.

But in order to do that, you'll have to think really hard about figuring it out.