Please give a warm welcome to Agent Garrett Redpath, a spy/hunter/executioner from Wanderer’s Rest/Wanderer’s Haven by Emily Carrington today as we sit down and see what makes him tick.
What’s your
favorite thing to do when you’re not saving (the world, clients, your mate)?
In all honesty, it’s having fun in the sack, but I’m not sure I’m allowed to say that in a “nice” interview. This tendency of mine to enjoy others’ company actually caused most of my problems in Wanderer’s Rest/Wanderer’s Haven.
What is it about
your love interest, Michael Brighton, that makes you crazy in a good way?
There’s
just something about a person, man or werewolf, trying to do the right thing in
spite of all the challenges he’s facing that really turns me on. Michael runs
this little storefront operation that helps the poor in Buffalo, New York. His
heart is as “big as all outdoors” as the song goes.
Do you sometimes
want to strangle your writer? Thrash her to within an inch of her life? Make her
do the stupid crap she makes you do?
Sometimes, yeah. Emily is disabled
too but not in the way I am. You see, I lost my lower legs decades ago, and
Night Wanderers, which is the species I belong to, don’t always heal like most
werewolves or dragons. We’re sometimes
stuck with the injuries that happen to us. Anyway, before I get too frustrated
with her for putting me in a wheelchair, I have to say that at least I have
prosthetic legs so the wheelchair isn’t always necessary.
However, that’s just the backstory.
For putting Michael in danger, for making him carry the burden of another’s
love without help… yeah, I’m angry with her. If I could, I’d… No, I wouldn’t
seek revenge. I’ll just wait until there’s another book about us. Then I’ll get
her back.
Do you have a favorite
food?
I know this is a “nice” interview, so I’ll say… Tortillas. The kind an old Hispanic grandmother, una abuelita, sells from the back of her car.
Tell me a little bit about your
world. What are your greatest challenges in that world?
SearchLight is my world, a place
populated by common magical creatures, like werewolves, dragons, the grand fae,
and vampires but also full of the less-common folk, kelpies,, genies, and Night
Wanderers. Who capitalized our name? Blame Emily.
My greatest challenge up until I
met Michael was convincing able-bodied people that I can do the jobs they can,
just differently. Even with the prosthetics, you see, I struggle against
prejudice. Also, I’m not white, so there’s that added level of discrimination.
Well, dang, I didn’t mean for that to come out. My current greatest challenge is finding time between my job and Michael’s to make love to my mate every chance I get.
Describe yourself
in four words.
Hunter, lover, horny bastard
What do you do for
a living?
I’m a tracker, which is a
combination in the SearchLight universe of hunter, spy, negotiator, and, when
necessary, executioner. I’m an expert in how diverse poisons harm different
magical species as well as humans.
What do you fear
the most?
Of course you’re going to go there!
I don’t fear being without my legs or wheelchair; I can turn into a hawk, just
with no talons, so I always have a means of escape. What I fear the most is
losing Michael. He’s not my reason for living but he’s my joy, my warm fire in
the midst of winter.
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Thanks for the rough interview. I’ll let an excerpt from Wanderer’s Rest speak for me.
Let me introduce you to how I first met Michael…
once the door was
closed and the wind was outside, Ethan said, “But you’re welcome. Please find a
place among the pack.”
Pack? Singular? It seemed to Garrett there were enough
vehicles outside for two groups of wolves. Especially considering that most
werewolf groups numbered less than twenty members.
He followed Ethan
into the room guarded by the three-foot-high wolf toy, and slipped into an
empty place by the wall as Ethan went to join…
Jeremy? Is that
really Jeremy Redpath? Of
no blood relation, Jeremy Redpath was a former lover. But “former” was
definitely the right word; the two of them hadn’t walked together as a couple
since the mid nineteen-forties. A lot had changed since then, and Garrett
having prosthetics was the least of it. Last time he’d seen Jeremy, he,
Garrett, hadn’t worked for SearchLight.
It was obvious
right away that Jeremy and Ethan were together; Ethan fit perfectly into the
circle of Jeremy’s arm. Their similar black-blue hair -- Ethan’s Japanese
heritage and Jeremy’s Native American appearance -- blended together like a
woven blanket.
Jeremy turned his
head, and his mouth formed a perfect “o” of surprise. Then he blinked, shook
his head, looked again, and at last seemed to accept Garrett’s presence. His
gaze dropped to the place where Garrett’s shorts ended, the spot where his legs
of plastic, metal, and other materials started. Then he met Garrett’s eyes and
mouthed, Welcome. After which, he turned his attention back to the
center of the room where two wolves stood alone.
Well, one wolf and
one half wolf. Charles stood with his feet wide apart and his hand on the
shoulder of a kneeling figure with black hair -- duller, somehow, than Ethan’s
or Jeremy’s. The guy on the floor raised his head and blazing blue eyes shone
forth out of a creamy-complexioned face.
Black Irish.
And handsome as hell.
Garrett wished fervently that this was the beta of the Rowan pack. He wasn’t
above mixing business with pleasure.
“We are so
joined,” Charles was saying. “Michael, beta of the Rowan pack no more, rise.”
Michael did, and
then cast a half-frightened glance at Jeremy that Garrett didn’t understand.
“There will be
time for a test of dominance later,” Charles said. “For now we have a guest,
and also preparations for tomorrow to make.”
As if these words
were a signal, the tightly organized group of wolves broke up into smaller
contingents and began leaving the room. Garrett kept his eyes on Charles and
the attractive black Irish wolf.
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