Janet Dailey - Silver wings, Santiago blue

Begin Content Janet Dailey is America's bestselling woman novelist Her books have been published in 17 languages and are sold in 90 different countries. She began writing in 1975 and to date her novels have sold well over 100 million copies (at an estimated rate of 40,000 per day). She is the author of scores of popular, uniquely American novels, including the bestselling Silver Wings, Santiago Blue, The Pride of Hannah Wade, Touch The Wind, The Rogue, Night Way, Ride the Thunder, The Hostage Bride, The Lancaster Mer For the Love of God, Terms of Surrender, and the phenomenal four-volume Calder Saga. The Glory Game, her latest novel, is now available in hardcover from Poseidon Press. Janet Dailey's careful research and her intimate knowledge of America have made her one of the world's best-loved and most widely read novelists writing today. A licensed pilot, Janet Dailey lives with her husband Bill in Branson, Missouri.

They met during flight training at Sweetwater, Texas a remote Army base. They came from all over the country rich and poor, married and single, strangers to each other. They soon became "The Inseparables": Cappy Hayward--an Army brat torn between love and hate for military life, she savored the freedom and power of flying and fought an ever-growing attraction to career Army man. Marty Rogers--coma working-class girl who flying expertise was her ticket to glory, she longed for a chance to outshine her brother and win her parents' love. Mary Lynn Palmer--a Southern Belle with a husband flying overseas, her soft-voiced manners contrasted with her steely courage in the skies. "Silver Wings, Santiago Blue lifts Janet Dailey into new areas with her writing career Vividly characterized ..., packed with action ..., a tale of women's romance with flying." --Houston Chronicle "Janet Dailey's first venture into mainstream fiction is a superb tribute to her talent and readiness for the genre. "Silver Wings, Santiago Blue lifts Janet Dailey into new areas with her writing career Vividly characterized ..., packed with action ..., a tale of women's romance with flying." --Houston Chronicle "Janet Dailey's first venture into mainstream fiction is a superb tribute to her talent and readiness for the genre.

The subject matter is highly unique and she deals with it beautifully. Her ability to stamp a character in the reader's mind is deftly shown here, for I found her women brave, passionate and extremely real Extremely unique." --Affaire de Coeur "Loyal readers will find what they are looking for in this tale of love and war and Romance-with a capital R!" --St. Louis Post-Dispatch "Dailey fans will delight in the wartime setting and in the passages tempestuous lovemaking .... his "A comrade-in-arms tribute to the b civilian female pilots who for a to period (1942-43) performed valiantly military as WASP'S Intriguing searched, with zesty cameos by milit. gies: an easy-read salute to the gals of "Santiago blue".., solidly entertaining. --Kirkus "It churns busily and animatedly sweep along admiring readers of selling author." --Publish Books by Janet Dailey The Pride of Hannah Wade Silver Wings, Santiago Blue Calder Born, Calder Bred Stands a Calder Man This Calder Range This Calder Sky Foxfire Light The Hostage Bride The Lancaster Men For the Love of God Terms of Surrender Night Way Ride the Thunder The Rogue Touch the Wind Published by POCKET BOOKS Most Pocket Books are available at special quantity discounts for bulk purchases for sales promotions, premiums or fund raising.

Special books or book excerpts can also be created to fit specific needs. For details write the office of the Vice President of Special Markets, Pocket Books, 1230 Avenue of the Americas, New York, New York 100213. BLUE JANET DAILEY PUBLISHED BY POCKET BOOKS NEW YORK This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. 1230 Avenue of the Americas, New York, N.y. 10020 Copyright 1984 by Janet Dailey Cover artwork copyright 1985 Robert Maguire All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. 10020 Copyright 1984 by Janet Dailey Cover artwork copyright 1985 Robert Maguire All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever.

For information address Pocket Books, 1230 Avenue of the Americas, New York, N.y. 10020 ISBN: 0-671-60072-9 First Pocket Books mass-market paperback printing July, 1985 POCKET and colophon are registered trademarks of Simon and Schuster, Inc. Printed in the U.s.a. To Jerry, my flight instructor back in 1968 when I earned my private pilot's license, and to Frank, the EA.A. pilot who gave me my "up check," and to Bill, my husband, manager, friend, and lover, but more important in this case, the man who showed me the skies and encouraged me to fly in them myself. Now I know what it's like to be high above the earth, rocking a plane and singing at the top of your lungs from the sheer joy of solo flight.

With special thanks to former WASP Harriett "Tufty" Kenyon Call, for her memories and mementos of those years. Author's Note The parodies Of song lyrics appearing on the pages delineating the Parts of this book are the actual songs the Women Air Force Service Pilots (Wasp's) sang while they marched to and from the flight line, their classes, and their barracks. In their own way, the songs tell much of the girls' story. HIGH FLIGHT Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth, and danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I've climbed and joined the tumbling mirth of sun split clouds--and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of--wheeled and soared and swung--high in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there, I've chased the shouting winds along, and flung my eager craft through footless halls of air. Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue, I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace, Where never lark or even eagle flew.

And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod the high untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand, and touched the face of God. John Gillespie Magee, Jr. In December 1941, Pilot Officer Magee, a nineteen-year-old American serving with the Royal Canadian Air Force in England, was killed when his Spitfire collided with another airplane inside a cloud. Discovered among his personal effects was this sonnet, written on the back of a letter at the time he was in flying school at Farnborough, England.

She sat amidst a framework of canvas and piano wire, her long skirts tied around her knees and her legs extended full length in front of her. No doubt her thudding heart competed with the reverberations of the 30-horsepower motor spinning the two propellers.

When the wire anchoring the Wright Brothers flying machine to a rock was unfastened, the Flyer was launched five stories into the air, and in that wildly exhilarating moment Edith Berg nearly forgot to hold on to her seat. Beside her Wilbur Wright was at the controls, dressed in his customary high starched collar, gray suit and an automobile touring cap. The flight over the Hunaudires race track in Le Marts, France, lasted two minutes, three seconds, and Edith Berg entered the pages of aviation history as the first woman to ride in a flying machine. It was all a publicity stunt to promote the reliability of the new Wright Flyer, an idea concocted by her husband, Hart O. Berg, a sales representative for the Wright Brothers. The year was 1908 and Edith Berg was an instant sensation, her courage and daring applauded.

The press loved the stunt. The French shook their heads and whispered among themselves, "That crazy American woman! And imagine her husband's letting her do it!" She wore a stunning flying suit of plum-colored satin, from the hood covering her raven hair to her knickers and the cloth leggings, called puttees, which wrapped her legs from knee to JANET DAILEY ankle. It was understandable that the all-male members at the Aero Club of America's headquarters on Long Island would look at twenty-seven-year-old Harriet Quimby with open mouths, especially when she asked to be licensed as an aeronaut--a woman! (the government had not gotten around to accepting responsibility for licensing pilots and wouldn't until 1925.) The green-eyed writer for Leslie's Magazine suggested the members let her demonstrate her flying skills. With considerable skepticism they watched Harriet Quimby climb into her gossamer biplane and take off. She flew over a nearby potato field, then banked the plane back to the field and set her aircraft down within eight feet of her takeoff point- setting a new record for the club in landing accuracy. The date was August 1, 19, and Harriet Quimby became the first woman to be licensed as an aeronaut.

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