THE ENDURING SAGA OF THE PROUD, DARING, AND PASSIONATE PIONEER MEN AND WOMEN WHO RISKED ALL BY CHALLENGING THE FATES IN PURSUIT OF THE NEW 'SPORT' OF AVIATION.
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Set against the colorful backdrop of events that gave rise to a fledgling cenrury of technology,
this vibrant novel of romance and adventure introduces a stunning new figure to begin the journey of future generations:
Street-wise alumni of turn-of-the-century Hell's Kitchen, Blackie Devlin rose from the tenements to acquire fame and fortune as the owner of one of the hottest dance halls in the infamous Tenderloin. But something was missing...the Excitement and Adventure once found on the streets. He pursues a new dream as an aviator and nears the zenith--but his past threatens to catch up with him and destroy everything...his fame, his fortune, and his life--including the women who love him...
Kill Devil Hill, North Carolina
The nor’easter ended as quickly as it had arrived, lashing out mercilessly at the exposed barrier islands with a night of slashing rain and howling winds. By dawn, however, the storm had moved inland, across the Sound, leaving in its wake ice-covered puddles and a strong, biting wind blowing in from the restless,slate-gray Atlantic.
Before dawn, fishing boats began to ease through the leeward soundside
bay, protected from the winds by the sandy ridges between it and oceanside.
Low pools of vapor hovered over the marshy lowlands around the bay as the
small fleet headed for the mouth of the inlet at Albemarle Sound for another
day at sea. They did not have time to tarry or waste. Inclement weather and
rough seas had already cost them valuable days of fishing, and now the storm had scattered the schools of fish. Today, the boats would have to waste time finding the schools again, before they could bring in another good catch. As intriguing as the events taking place near Kill Devil Hill, four miles south of the remote, isolated little fishing village of Kitty Hawk were, the harsh reality of life on the Outer Banks loomed over their sense of responsibility. The life of a fisherman was never easy or certain. The sea could often be a harsh and unforgiving,
cruel mistress. As much as the men on the boats would have liked to see
the next attempt of men to fly, they did not have time to spare.