This is one of the best books I have ever read. This is an advanced copy that I recieved in 1996. I have never seen the book in any bookstore. I would like to keep it so I might possibly make a bookring out of it.
The back of the book reads:
A brilliant and astonishingly original fiction about a new virus stalking America: Angelism.
It doesn't kill you; instead you grow wings. Thus, a new race - and a new form of racism - is born. There are those who look like angels ( but certainly don't feel like them inside ) and those left behind, wing-free. One group plays tag with seagulls; the other fears Angelism, or hopes to become contaminated themselves. . . . by biting Angels. Who will fly and who will falter?
In Rapture, Zander Wiles is the first to develop wings, but his staus as celebrity quickly turns to pariah. His experiences with "Pedestrians" leave him bitter, alone, and grounded. He can't learn the lesson that in order to soar, you need to throw yourself at the ground . . . and miss. Zander's life is in utter eclipse until he meets bestselling Angel therapist/author Cassie O'Connor. She teaches him how to face, squarely and deeply, just what he is; she teaches him, also, how to fly.