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The Night Flyers glide effortlessly over the rooftops of their small town in a strange, magical escape from the pressures of high school. Meet Gwendolyn and Everton in this two-book collection of The Night Flyers Handbook series.
The Strange Gift of Gwendolyn Golden
Gwendolyn Golden has a bad temper and hates to read. Shes a pretty normal teenager until one morning she wakes up on the ceiling. Along with her many average teenage qualities, Gwendolyn Golden can also fly. Whats happening to her?
Everton Miles Is Stranger Than Me
In the sequel to The Strange Gift of Gwendolyn Golden, high school, family therapy, capture by a Rogue spirit, and flying are all part of a normal day for Gwendolyn Golden. Shes the only teenager who can fly in her small town, until the charming and enigmatic Everton Miles shows up with a few surprises of his own.

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Dedication

For Sarah,

my amazing flying girl

Something has come to pass, you think,

something more important than

a mere flight over the ravine.

Gwendolyn MacEwen,

Fragments from a Childhood

ONE

This morning I wake up on the ceiling.

Which is odd, because Ive never woken up there before, not that I remember, anyway. Im pretty sure I would remember something like that. Its not exactly the kind of thing that happens every day.

At least, not to me.

I wake up, and for a moment I cant figure out where I am. My carpet is on the ceiling. I cant understand why I am looking up at my bed, or why Cassie, my fat brown and white beagle, is also sitting on the ceiling.

My arms are floating out at my sides, too, and my long brown hair is dangling, well, up.

Thats when I start to wake up and figure it out.

Im up. Too far up. Up on the ceiling, in fact. And everything that is generally on the ground (like the carpet and my dog), is too far down. Im not sure what to do. I try pointing my toes toward the carpet, but nothing happens. My feet just rise again and rest softly on the ceiling behind me.

I slowly circle the room, making swimming motions with my arms. Cassie circles around beneath me, worried, looking up, whining and wagging her tail. Thats when I hear someone walking along the hallway toward my room.

My mom knocks on the door. Gwennie! Are you up? she calls.

Yes! Yes, Mom, Im up! Dont come in! I call back.

I certainly am up. Way up. I get a little panicky. I do not want my mom to come into the room and find me stuck to the ceiling, like a little kids party balloon. I cant begin to imagine the freak-out that will cause. I have to do something.

I air-swim gently along the ceiling in my pink nightie until I bump into the top of the bedpost, which I grab with both hands. As soon as I touch it, I fall like a rock and smack hard onto the floor.

My mom opens the door. Im sitting beside the bed, rubbing my behind, which took quite a beating when I fell.

Gwennie, are you okay? She looks concerned.

Yeah. Yeah, Mom, I just fell out of bed. Im fine.

She looks a little worried but seems convinced. Okay, hurry up and get ready for school. She leaves and shuts the door.

Cassie comes over and licks my face. My dog is the only one who knows what a liar I am.

This is an interesting start to the day. A troubling and unusual start, but definitely interesting.

You might think that Id be disturbed at waking up on the ceiling of my room. Youd be right. I really should feel disturbed and perhaps a little worried about my sanity, but honestly, I cant say that I am. A lot of weird things have been going on with me lately. Mostly puberty, I guess. I mean, growing three inches in three months, getting your period, and growing boobs isnt exactly normal. Well, everyone says it is, but it doesnt feel so normal.

So whats a little early-morning floating around your room compared to that?

It happened. I wasnt dreaming. I woke up on the ceiling.

So what am I feeling?

Nothing. Just more of the same nothing, I guess.

TWO

I wash my face, brush my teeth, and get dressed. I go down to the kitchen. My little brother and sister are arguing over the breakfast cereal, which I grab then pour them both a bowl.

Cant you two share anything? Its not that hard, I say.

Hes always grabbing stuff! Christine says. Its rude.

She always wants everything first. Its annoying, Christopher says at the same time.

Yes, you heard me. Unfortunately, their names are Christine and Christopher. Theyre twins. I begged my mother not to name them the same thing. What were we going to call them for short? Id asked her. How would they feel about having practically the same name? And wouldnt they hate their names? Wouldnt they each think their name was really meant for the opposite sex? Christine would think her name was a boys name, and Christopher would think his name was meant for girls.

It was a bad idea all around, but it didnt seem to bother my mother. Since Dad wasnt around when they were born, I didnt have anyone else to try to talk sense into her. Sometimes when I talk to them both at the same time, I call them C2 if Im feeling nice, or the Chrissies if Im not because they both hate the name Chrissie. It makes them cry.

My mother deserves that, she really does.

I eat my toast and jam, sneak a cup of really strong coffee, which Im not supposed to have, and get the twins lunch ready.

Mom drops us off at Bass Creek Junior School, and I walk the Chrissies to the front door, but they walk themselves to class. Theyre pretty self-sufficient, having each other to rely on and everything.

I walk to my school next door, Bass Creek Senior School, for the grade sevens and eights: the schizophrenic years. Us grade eights share lunchtime with the little kids from the junior school, but we have gym with the giant grade nine girls from the high school down the street. Its like no one can decide if were children or teenagers.

The town planners werent very imaginative, either, since our high school, our public schools, and our town all have the same name: Bass Creek.

Which is odd, because there isnt a creek, a stream, or a puddle anywhere near town. Theres one of the great lakes, though, an hour to the south. Mom says there was a creek once, a long time ago, before the highway was built and all the local rivers and streams (and creeks presumably) were diverted or buried. It always seemed unfair to me, forcing water to do something other than it wants to, but Im not in charge here.

My first class is English, a class Im never too crazy about. Im not much of a reader. Our teacher, Mr. Marcus, wants us to write a half-hour, in-class essay that starts with the three words, If I could.

If I could what? What am I supposed to write? Mr. Marcus is in love with making us write these scenarios where were supposed to imagine ourselves differently.

Differently enough to wake up floating on the ceiling, I wonder?

So I write: If I could, Id name Christine and Christopher something better, like Isabelle and Rodolphus. Or Cynthia and Michael. Or Emma and Shiloh. Nothing rhyming, nothing with the same sequence of letters, nothing embarrassing and stupid.

Thats as far as I get, because thats when my foot starts to float off the floor.

I accidentally boot Jeffrey Parks, the boy sitting facing me, in the shin. It isnt my fault. My foot just starts floating slowly, and suddenly my running shoe is jammed into his leg.

Ouch! What the heck, Gwen? What are you doing? Jeffreys eyes get squinty and scared, and he moves away from me really quick.

Now, Jeffrey Parks and I have had words before. We arent exactly the best of friends. He once teased me about the wrong thing in grade five (Id recently had a very bad haircut), and I punched him so hard he cried every time he saw me for days afterwards.

But really, today, this particular incident is nothing personal. I have no control over myself, this time. My eyes get really wide. I am not going to float up to the ceiling in the middle of my grade eight English class. It just isnt going to happen.

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