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Dragon(e) Baby Gone
(Reports from the Department of Intangible Assets Book 1)
by Robert Gainey
GENRE: Mystery Fantasy
Diane Morris is part of the thin line separating a happy, mundane world from all of the horrors of the anomalous. Her federal agency is underfunded, understaffed, and misunderstood, and she’d rather transfer to the boring safety of Logistics than remain a field agent. When a troupe of international thieves make off with a pair of dragon eggs, Diane has no choice but to ally with a demon against the forces looking to leave her city a smoldering crater. Facing down rogue wizards, fiery elementals, and crazed gunmen, it’s a race against time to get the precious cargo back before the dragon wakes up and unleashes hell.
“I have arrived!” Rubin intoned, loud and solemn as he strode into my office. He was every inch a wizard, so long as those inches were from the neck up. A long white beard met with long white hair, both flowing down over his chest and shoulders. White eyebrows heavy enough to act as speed bumps shaded his gray eyes, and the entire magnificently magical appearance was thrown off by the fact that he wore a tweed jacket, khakis, and loafers. He looked like a homeless man applying for a job in a suit donated by another homeless man.
“Rubin, thanks for coming so quickly,” I said, rising and offering a hand. He walked right past me and stood to look out the window.
“Why, woman, have you summoned me to your presence? Do you wish to consult with the power of earth and sky? Do I, and I alone, have the knowledge you require?” I’d almost forgotten what it was like to be this close to him. He smelled very strongly of horseradish and cloves. There was a large patch of fresh char on the elbow of his jacket.
“I certainly hope so,” I said, sitting back down and glaring at his back. This was why he wasn’t on my Christmas card list. That, and I didn’t know where he actually lived. Maybe he slept in the basement, where his little magical laboratory was housed.
What is the sweetest thing someone has done for you?
When my wife and I first started dating, I was working at a hospital in Tallahassee as an ER technician. It’s the typical low man on the totem pole sort of work. Twelve hour days spent cleaning and restocking and all the unpleasant little duties which fall to the bottom of the pile. Well, with thirty minute lunches sometimes it was a little tough to get something decent to eat, especially if you’re like me and forget to pack a lunch ahead of time. My wife, then girlfriend, offered to bring me something so I gratefully accepted. When asked what I’d like, I said something along the lines of, “I’m kind of in the mood for a cheesesteak.” Well, that’s when I found out if I ask my wife for something, there’s no kind of middle ground. She proceeds to arrive with one of those ridiculously sized cheesesteaks from a local sandwich place. The kind that’s meant for three people with both cheese and steak to spare. Damn thing must have weighed five pounds. I didn’t want to seem ungrateful, this being the first time anybody had ever brought me lunch like this. What else could I do except sit with her and eat the whole thing as she had a normal-sized sandwich? It wasn’t until years later when it came up again that I told her the terrible effect it had on me for the rest of that shift. By then it was hilarious, and I look back on it as one of those moments that really sealed how I felt about this woman.
How would you spend ten thousand bucks?
Putting aside the responsible thing to do (mortgage, driveway, new truck), ten thousand dollars is enough to buy a secondhand fire engine and get it back to running condition. As long as you don’t turn the lights or sirens on, it’s perfectly legal to cruise around in your own fire engine. Parking’s a hassle though, and it won’t fit through a drive-thru.
Where do you get your best ideas?
I like absurd ideas and nothing’s better for absurdity than real life. I see some odd things through my work, both harrowing and uplifting, and while everything I write is fiction and not meant to represent real events, there are roots in reality in many of the things I put down. Things people have said, either to me or where I could hear them, stories I’ve heard over the years passed down like some ancient oral tradition.
What comes first, the plot or characters?
For me, characters are the first concept to really take shape for any story. The plot can ebb or flow around characters, responding to their actions or forcing their hands, but it always comes down to the characters in the end. A cool concept can fall flat without somebody to relate to.
What does your main character do that makes him/her special.
Diane Morris is special precisely because there’s nothing anomalous about her. She doesn’t have magic powers, doesn’t have some secret curse, and doesn’t have some kind of bloodline to drive her to great deeds. She’s just a strong woman looking to do her job the best she can, hoping to live long enough to retire. What she does have is an unquenchable drive to do the right thing, no matter the personal cost, and to protect the citizens she serves until the bitter end.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Robert Gainey is a born and raised Floridian, despite his best efforts. While enrolled at Florida State University and studying English (a language spoken on a small island near Europe), Robert began volunteering for the campus medical response team, opening up a great new passion in his life. Following graduation, he pursued further training through paramedic and firefighting programs, going on to become a full time professional firefighter in the State of Florida. He currently lives and works in Northeast Florida with his wife and dogs, who make sure he gets walked regularly. Robert writes near-fetched fantasy novels inspired by the madness and courage found in everyday events.
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