Weird Writer’s Group Insight

Something happened in my writer’s group a few weeks ago that I’ve been thinking about for a while. I don’t know if it means that there’s something wrong with me, or something wrong with the world.

I am workshopping the sequel to The Watchmage of Old New York, called Cold Iron. In it there is a fight where Nathaniel inadvertently kills a group of arsonists. The arsonists are armed and shooting at the fireboys (what they used to call firemen). Nathaniel has to make a split decision to save liv...