ABOUT ‘INTO THE FIRE’
Feb 06, 2015
NEW BOOK OUT NOW
FORGET WHAT YOU THOUGHT YOU KNEW …
A man’s charred corpse is found in the latest of a string of arson attacks in the French city of Orléans.
There’s a secret, hidden within the body that changes everything. Inès Picaut, a French police inspector and her team must track down those responsible before more people die.
Her only clue – the name of a woman whose story has been a lie since the beginning: Joan of Arc.
SOME LEGENDS NEVER DIE – but they may be rewritten…
February 2014: Police Capitaine Inés Picaut is called out to investigate a blaze in the old town of Orléans. This is the fourth in a series of increasingly brutal arson attacks, and at the centre of the conflagration lies a body. An Islamic extremist faction claims responsibility, but Inés and her team cannot find any evidence of its existence. A partly melted memory card found in the victim’s throat is the only clue to his identity.
September 1429: Joan of Arc is in the process of turning the tide of The Hundred Years’ War. English troops have Orléans under siege, and Tomas Rustbeard, the Duke of Bedford’s most accomplished agent, finally has her in his sights. But he knows that killing ‘The Maid’ – the apparently illiterate peasant girl who nonetheless has an unmatched sense of military strategy and can ride a warhorse in battle – is not enough. He must destroy the legend that has already grown around her. And to do that, he must get close enough to discover who she really is.
More fires rage and the death toll mounts while Inés fights to discover what connects an expert in the analysis of war graves, the unquenchable ambitions of the Family which seeks to hold the city in its absolute power, and the discredited historical theories of her own late and much lamented father.
When Tomas risks everything to infiltrate the hotly defended inner circle of the Saviour of France, he finally discovers a secret that will prove as explosive nearly six hundred years later as it would do if revealed in his own time.
As each thread of Manda Scott’s immaculately interwoven narrative unfolds, Inés and Tomas’s quests become linked across the centuries. And in their pursuit of the truth, they find that love is as enduring as myth – but can lead to the greatest and most heart-breaking of sacrifices.
THE BACKGROUND TO WRITING ‘INTO THE FIRE’
Write what you know: that’s what we’re all told when we start. So in the beginning, when I was making the transition from being a vet to being a writer, I wrote contemporary thrillers. I was reading Val McDermid, Ian Rankin, the early (and very good) Patricia Cornwell, and I wanted to write things that were as sharp, engaging, of their time as they did.
But I was working as a clinical anaesthetist at Cambridge Vet School and I had very little spare time for research into matters criminal. What I did have was free access to an entire department of supremely bright pathologists who could speak for hours without repetition or deviation on the topic of how one individual might kill another in ways that other pathologists would find immensely difficult to detect.
Thus was born the Kellen Stewart trilogy, the first of which was shortlisted for the Orange Prize (as it was then), and then the stand alone No Good Deed which was nominated for an Edgar in best thriller category. I wasn’t quite up there with my heroes, but I wasn’t too far off.
And then it became time to write the Boudica:Dreaming series. I’ve written elsewhere on how that came about. I stepped into the tides of history and my writing apprenticeship carried me through 8 books: four of the Boudica series and 4 in first century Rome with the assassin and spy Pantera. And now that apprenticeship comes to fruition with INTO THE FIRE: a dual time-line thriller that combines the edge-places of a fast, hard, hi-tech contemporary thriller, with the passion and power of the past. And a woman warrior, of course – because it has to be done.
Particularly it had to be done once I’d worked out who Jeanne d’Arc really was.
It’s staringly obvious to anyone who takes more than about three minutes to read the facts of her life that the woman whom we know best as the Maid of Orléans was neither a peasant girl nor a visionary. But both of these have become such an integral part of our narrative histories that questioning them is remarkably like questioning the historical veracity of Christ (which I’ve done See: The Emperor’s Spy et seq). The general response from even the best qualified historians is a flinch into denial. This is ‘fact’ where that word means, ‘we choose to believe in fairy tales because it is unsafe not to consider the alternatives.’ Several centuries of burnings at the stake have struck deep into the academic mindset, clearly.
The response in France is even more interesting. I know this because the breakthrough in ‘who could she have been?’ came from a newspaper article in the Independent which detailed the visit of a Ukrainian orthopaedic surgeon to a small village near Orléans. This man specialized in the modeling of faces on skulls long before computer programs did it in seconds. In those days, it was a real skill and took many, many hours. He was invited in to model a face on the skull of Saint Bernard. While he was there, he was shown the contents of the tomb of Louis XI, the son of the man Joan of Arc put on the throne.
In the tomb, were the partial remains of seven individuals: the king, his wife, four men – and one skeleton that this surgeon said was a woman’s remains – and he also said that her bone structure suggested that she had been trained to ride a warhorse from an early age – that the wearing of plate armour while the bones develop caused a significant change in the bone structure. He went on to identify the remains – and to say that here, unburned and alive into her late fifties, was Jeanne d’Arc. The French, obviously, were not impressed. They threw him out of France and haven’t let him back in. They have made no comment since and I have no idea whether these bones, if they existed in the first place, still exist, and if anyone else has made an independent examination.
But these things are secondary to the basic proposition. I had a thread to follow and that’s all a fiction writer needs: a plausible, possible – actually, when I looked into it – the only answer that makes any sense – answer to the conundrum: Who was this woman? For the detail, the how, the why – and an exploration of how such a revelation might impact contemporary France at a time when the right wing resurgence takes Jeanne d’Arc as its standard-bearer – you need to read the book. And then let me know whether the ideas, the merging of warrior-knight with contemporary action works for you.