Giantfall (Secret Magent Book 1) Page 14
This was bad. By taking the advice she’d offered, I’d more or less given her the soul equivalent of a blank check. She could ask for just about anything from me and it’d be an offer I couldn’t refuse. Murder. Desecration. Kidnapping.
“Skiing.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“I want nice relaxing day alone in the French Alps with Charles Montgomery Locke.”
I must have looked at her like she’d grown a tentacles out of her shoulders, because she shot me an impatient look.
“Are you quite sure?” I asked.
“Very. Now drive.”
One dark alley away was parked the Zonda sports car. A little bullet riddled and a little bit shrapnelled but as smooth and dangerous looking as ever. Chicks dig cars. Chicks dig scars. Best of both worlds. I got in, got my Infernal Adversary settled, and burned rubber to the airport.
I’ll worry about nudges and shadowy string pullers tomorrow.
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About the Author
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All throughout my formative years I’ve been inspired by great authors like Tolkien, Lewis or even Le Guin. The fact that my work doesn’t very much resemble their heavy handed epic fantasy in any way shape or form is most one hundred percent my fault.
Like a teenager in the throes of rebellion, I’ve gone to the shiny and smooth, hard and fast world of action-y urban fantasy without a single regret. Of course, that doesn’t mean I can’t add a dash of old school fantasy into things.
Take our be-shadowed protagonist for example. Charles Locke might seem like a fairly stock character as first glance, but he’s a far cry from the soulless suaveness or sheer gratuitous violence that usually passes for a main character in stories like these. He is a character in desperate search of redemption, unable to forgive himself, let alone imagine others might accept him for his past failings. It’s precisely this feeling of inability, or perhaps even incapability, to redeem oneself that I’ve always loved in stories.
Tragedy. Pathos! Being the big hero with a cool gun and neat gadgets is all that’s really needed in action books, but there’s a lot of wasted potential in just churning them out like an explosions factory. Perhaps because of my fantasy genre roots, I feel compelled to put in hints and references for the careful reader so that they might better understand a character they’re curious about.
It just doesn’t feel right making a pool without a deep end. And if Lis has her way, Charles will be forced to go off that deep end often and in varied ways.
-Flor