Magic not Volcanoes
When I visited Hawaii in the 1980s, one of the places I went to was Devastation Trail. The photo (PhotoBucket: tpilews) looks pretty desolate, and that’s the way the place looked. During a volcanic eruption, lava rained down on the trees and destroyed the area. Nature is slowly recovering, but the image is still haunting. The memory of seeing it is still with me, so it came into my story — originally as simply a place to show how magic could devastate the land. It was one of those things that not-outlining gave me — I just tossed it in and didn’t know what I was going to do with it. After I took the novel through HTRYN, that small strip of land eventually became the story itself.