A ruthless, crazed serial killer terrorizes North Carolina. He’s not killing teenagers with a grotesque butcher knife, but instead shooting down unarmed, helpless small planes over the blue Carolina skies while flying a replica of the "Red Baron's" triplane. If you want a fast-paced action/adventure novel about a battle between two men for the sake of honor, buy WINGS OF HONOR and buckle up your seat belt for an action-packed flight.
Jay Williams earned his pilot’s license while serving as a paratrooper in the 82nd Airborne at Ft. Bragg, NC. He set the background of WINGS OF HONOR in North Carolina because of his familiarity with those picturesque skies. Although he no longer flies, he still understands the divide between those pilots who go strictly by the book and those who fly by instinct and use their inherent love of the sky to navigate the skyways of the US. When his thoughts aren’t in the clouds he writes articles and short stories for magazines, has penned three other books and blogs at The Thurber Brigade.
The killer has just shot down another helpless victim. He has a strange honor code that makes him believe that only the worthy should take to the skies. Of course, he's the one to decide who is worthy and who is not.
In "Wings of Honor" the killer does not have a name, nor does the reader have much information about him. I've dropped a few hints here and there (for example, when he sings Die Lorelie) but otherwise, he's a mystery.
I did this because back in the 80s faceless killers seemed to be the rage in horror movies. Although I'm not a fan of those movies, the idea that you can't easily ascribe motivation or desire easily to the character appealed to me and makes him a more interesting adversary.
Wings of Honor
The Dr. I rose steadily and gracefully, and he looked over his shoulder at the thin column of black smoke that reached up to the sky. A sacrifice, he thought. Yes, fitting. A sacrifice to the sky, to appease it for having to put up with an inexperienced man who dared to venture up to it.