30 White Pilots. $750,000 in Cash. 10,000 Desperate Eyes.

We sat on the transport bus rolling through the sweltering heart of Kano, Nigeria, with six weeks of hazard pay stashed in our pockets. Outside the glass, the world was a sea of distraught faces—and among them, Boko Haram and al-Qaeda scouts meander. They knew exactly who we were. And they knew exactly what we were carrying.

I scribbled nine visits from my logbooks in this mini-book, with pictures. Some gritty, some scrappy, some sappy. Like my life. Drop your email below, and I’ll shoot the complete PDF straight to your inbox.

I spend my time nowadays wearing out keyboards and wringing my imagination until we both fall on the floor panting, trying to paint thoughts with words. I think I'm getting the hang of it and have come up with some decent yarns—or so some say.My first book, A Pilot's Tale, is a memoir. I also have two thrillers: Storm of Terror and A Justified Sin. They say write what you know and I know airplanes. Big ones and little, ones with the shiny side up, and others with the greasy side up. Some flying straight up—like this:

...or straight down. Some can even draw lines on water—look close at the background of this one:

...and heck, sometimes, no airplane at all: just air:

You’ll find a lot of inside the cockpit in these books if that’s the kind of thing you like. You can take a peek and judge for yourself on my Amazon Author PageRight now, I’m deep in the trenches with a trilogy called, The Legacy. Its three books are: Black Tide, Black Powder, and Black Blood. Black Tide is done. I’ll spill a bit more when it’s all closer to done. About a year, I’d guess.