Book Reviews, Reflections & Recipes
Show MenuHide Menu

By the Hands of Men, Book Two: Into the Flames

May 13, 2016
By the Hands of Men, Book Two: Into the Fire
Book 2 in the series By the Hands of Men
Roy M. Griffis
historical fiction
December 25, 2013


Description of Into the Flames

Charlotte Braninov, traumatized by loss and her service as a frontline nurse, returns to war-torn Russia to find her family. Captured by the Red Army, she exchanges one hell for another.

Her still-loyal Lieutenant, Robert Fitzgerald, believing the woman he loves is dead, struggles to recover from the ravages of combat and typhus. In a desperate bid to rediscover himself, he commits to serve his country as a pawn in distant Shanghai.

Forging their destinies in a world reeling after The Great War, Charlotte and Robert will learn anew the horror and the beauty the hands of men can create when they descend into the flames.

My review of Into the Flames

Book 2, Into the Flames, begins with Charlotte Braninov deciding to try to find her family in Russia. Everyone has told her that this is both a foolish and dangerous endeavor. She doesn’t heed their advice and boards a train for Russia. The train is stopped by the Red Army and all the passengers are shot. Charlotte’s nursing uniform is what saves her life. She is taken captive by the Red Army.

Robert Fitzgerald, believing Charlotte is dead, accepts a commission in Shanghai. He makes the acquaintance of some very misguided individuals.

Both Robert and Charlotte are thrown into situations where they feel as though they have literally been thrown into the fire.

Roy Griffis has to have put in an enormous amount of time into the research for these books. I thoroughly enjoy his easy to read style. I am blown away by the details he weaves into his stories. Truly amazing. If you are a lover of history as I am, you will enjoy his books. I encourage you to give him a try.


About the author

61xK-h626wL._UY200_ Roy M. Griffis

Born in Texas City, TX, the son of a career Air Force meteorologist. Attended a variety of schools at all of the hot spots of the nation, such as Abilene, Texas, and Bellevue, Nebraska.

Sent to my grandparent’s house in Tuscon, Arizona when things were tough at home. I was pretty damn lost, as my grandparents were largely strangers to me. My older brother, a more taciturn type, refused to discuss what was going on. Fortunately, like so many kids before me, I was rescued by literature. Or, at least, by fiction. In a tiny used bookstore that was just one block up from a dirt road, I discovered that some good soul had unloaded his entire collection of Edgar Rice Burroughs’ “John Carter of Mars” series in Ballantine Paperback. Moved by some impulse, I spent my RC Cola money on the first book, “A Princess of Mars.”

I think what struck me was how these books were possessed of magic: they were able to transport me far from this dusty land of relatives who I didn’t know and relatives pretended not to know me to another dusty land of adventure, heroism, nobility, and even love. It was the first magic I’d encountered that wasn’t a patent fraud, and when I closed the stiff paperback with the lurid images on the cover, I decided it was the kind of magic I wanted to dedicate the rest of my life to mastering. And, thus, I was saved.

Since then, I’ve never looked back. I’ve written poems, short stories (twice runner-up in the Playboy college fiction contest), plays (winning some regional awards back East and a collegiate Historical Play-writing Award), and screenplays. I’m a member of the WGAw, with one unproduced screenplay sold to Fox Television.

Along the way, I’ve done the usual starving artist jobs. Been a janitor, a waiter, a clerk in a bookstore. I was the 61st Aviation Rescue Swimmer in the Coast Guard (all that Tarzan reading wasn’t wasted). I’m also not a bad cook, come to think of it.

Currently, I’m a husband, father, and cat-owner. I’m an avid bicyclist and former EMT. I live in Southern California with my lovely wife. My friends call me “Griff,” my parents call me “Roy,” and my college-age son calls me “Dadman.” It’s a good life.

About Terry Houchin

Hi, my name is Terry Houchin. I live on the on the Gulf Coast of Texas with my husband of thirty-eight years and our two dogs, Miley and Shadow. I have two grown sons and a grandson. I am a retired teacher who loves gardening and reading. I am currently working on writing a novel.

Leave a Reply