Gabe Wesley recalls only three good memories while growing up: the superhero comics cluttering his room, drawings hanging on his wall for inspiration, and the view from his windowsill during electrical storms. These memories fuel his dreams about flying through the sky and saving the world from evil.<br><br>When Gabe grows up, he’s the hotshot pilot of a sleek plane called Night Flyer. One night while surrounded by a group of gay bashers, he’s touched by the finger of God. From that experience, he slowly evolves into the one thing he’s been dreaming of all his life -- a superhero.<br><br>Then Deuce Gannon comes into his life. He’s as different from Gabe as night is from day. When these two men meet, their lives are turned upside down.

Night Flyer

The man stopped and looked around. When he saw Gabe, the blood drained from his face. “Get away from me,” Mad Dog said when he saw Gabe approach him.


“Didn’t I tell you if you if you ever showed your face in this town again you’d be busted?”


“For this? I’m an innocent bystander.”


Gabe yanked Mad Dog’s jacket open and roughly pulled the.44 Magnum from out of his side holster. “Do you usually bring your weapons to church with you, Mad Dog?”


“Yeah, well you won’t mind if I keep this one, and hold you in custody until the police get here.”


Snarling, Mad Dog made a grab for the gun, quickly wrenched it out of Gabe’s hand, and pointed it at him. “You’re not holding me anywhere, you bastard.”


By that time a crowd had formed. Gabe wasn’t afraid of bullets himself, but a flying bullet could hurt someone else. Just then he heard the sirens sounding in the distance. “You hear that? It’s the police.”


Chapter 17