Snippeting: Lion Heart
Wednesday, April 14th, 2010posted on Wednesday
Lion Heart…if you’ve seen the dedication, then you know I wrote an important chunk of this in the hospital, on my wee smuggled EeePC. Fairly surreal, that. That work was in the middle somewhere, though…not this prologue bit.
No, here we have Lyn, and her first glimpse of Joe Ryan. Poor Lyn. So sure she’s got all the facts, so ready to act on them…so completely unprepared for what lies before her…
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Lyn Maines stared at the image of Joe Ryan, big as life–much bigger than life–as it splashed across the high definition plasma screen of the sleek Sentinel conference room in Tucson, Arizona. Both Joe Ryans, actually–the man and his beast. On the left, tawny mountain lion, heavy masculine head with black tracings and jaw dropped in a panting snarl as the animal stalked the camera, clearly aware of and annoyed by the photographer’s presence. On the right, Joe Ryan the man, caught unaware, leaning over a railing before an enormous high desert panoramic vista of pines and sere ochre plains, head turned three-quarters to the camera, wind lifting his tawny hair with its dark tracings at the nape of his neck and temple, features clean and straight and strong.
Not always did the human form reflect the Sentinel form. Her own didn’t, aside from a certain something around the eyes. But there in Joe Ryan, the mountain lion lurked out loud–the sinuous authority, the simmering power. All of it.
Too bad that striking exterior covered a corrupt interior.
Joe Ryan was as dirty as they came–a dark sentinel. He’d killed his partner for cold hard cash, and he’d done it cleverly enough so the Sentinel’s brevis region consul and his echelon hadn’t been able to pin him down. Cleverly enough so Ryan had now gone on to a new assignment, a new home at the base of Arizona’s San Francisco Peaks, to start a brand new scheme–acquiring power on top of his money. Still on the Sentinel rolls, still roaming free in his powerful form. Still playing with power itself.
And Lyn…Lyn would prove it.

I contracted for the first Sentinel book (Jaguar Night, this May) before the Bites were even launched…and for the second two before I then had the chance to pitch for my own Bites idea. So I’d written all three books before I sat down to write the novella, Wild Thing, that would introduce that world to readers.
Usually, when I’m kicking off a series, I’m discovering all these things for myself. I’m stopping to ponder the supporting characters,and at that point I don’t always know how they’ll be involved along the way. (Even with outlines, I do a lot of my writing by the seat-of-the-pants method. Sometimes, one might say, in spite of outlines.) And when a supporting character goes full-form during the course of a book and ends up playing a significant part, then I go back and retrofit him or her into the book. In this case, with the trilogy, characters developed over the course of the series. The Sentinel team member mentioned in passing in the last third of Book One was, by Book Three, endowed with a name and hints at a backstory.


