The first-draft opening sentences of RIPTIDE (the sequel to Crosscurrent), at least as of now, just to (hopefully) whet your appetite:
Jaden kneeled, a penitent at prayer, as blood leaked from his temple and the shrieks of an alarm rose and fell in time with the lurid flashes of overhead lights. He swallowed, put a hand to his head, felt the blood, the small hole there. The rapid flashes made his movements appear herky-jerky, not his own, the stop-starts of a marionette in unpracticed hands.
His body ached. His head felt as if someone had driven a nail into it.
And he had no idea where he was.