I suppose the greatest struggle when writing about a global conflict is ensuring that one never becomes desensitized to the deaths--that each one is felt. When there's too much of anything in a book--a character weeping over love lost, a person yelling in frustration at their partner, a youth surviving one life-threatening situation after another, sex (yes, even that), and deaths described in detail, the reader can zone out or start flipping through the book. So when there is a war between family members, there will be deaths and injuries and victims of all ages, along with the soldiers, camp attendants and anyone unlucky enough to be caught up in the conflict. For someone who hates war and cries easily at news of children suffering as a result, it has been a challenge to write descriptions of conflict without becoming too melodramatic or gory, yet not treating it with flippancy either. The aftermaths are not ignored, either. The 'righteous side' may win, but at an extremely high cost. In that, I have drawn inspiration from the tale of Cronous, the account of the destruction of Atlantis, but hopefully with the added perspective of what it truly would have been like to have been part of the war--all the death and destruction, not just the glory of those who were raining thunderbolts down out of the sky.