“The Spad was at two thousand feet when he became aware of a queer sensation. It was a feeling that he was not alone in those dark heavens. He jerked about in his cockpit. Something moved in the shadows above him, moved with an odd rushing sound like the beating of giant wings—a blurred something from the shadows hurtled steeply down toward the French drome. A hideous screech burst upon the air, a screech which all but chilled the marrow in his bones.
Then he saw it—and his heart stood still!”

Age of Aces will be at Pulpfest in Columbus in two weeks where we will be unvailing our latest exciting book! So stop by our table and meet the crew and check it out or pick up any of our other titles. If you can’t make it—keep your eyes on this space and check back to find out more about our new book.