It seems like I've spent weeks like a rabbit caught in the bright glare of American politics and the endless rolling news-cycle which seemed to twist and turn on the hour. Throughout it all, since the elections results issue which seems like years ago now, I kept getting a story in mind of a small boy who sees his honourable father murdered and his village burned down, he's then cast out into the cruel world to wander. In other words it's the beginning of the heroes journey which runs through almost all fictional works from one degree to another.
If you've followed my work for any length time you'll know that I've long been fascinated by what George RR Martin's Game of Thrones had to say about power, at least in the series before it became crap, I never read the books. Martin, as a true postmodernist, subverted out expectations and broke the rules on how fantasy and story should be put together.
