Earth is gone, blown to bits in battle with the alien Sejiedi. Now the remnants of humanity fight on, in uneasy alliance with the Galactic League—their only purpose to avenge their world, their only pride the Honor of the Wing.
But League politics will not tolerate pride in a refugee people, and the White Wing is under insidious attack. A powerful enemy attempts to brand one unit of the Wing as traitors, discrediting the entire human race.
But the Honor of the Wing is not so easily compromised.…
White Wing by far-ranging polymaths and multi-award nominees Shariann Lewitt and Susan Shwartz is a descendant of Titan A.E and the Faded Sun trilogy in Cherryh's Union-Alliance universe, infused with polyamory. Its protagonists must endure several layers of exile: not only has Earth been destroyed by an advanced culture that's relentlessly usurping intergalactic territory, but Earth-born refugees and their descendants are also despised by other Galactic League members. What gradually emerges is that the fighting units of the undervalued contingent are intertwined families, and that the combined knowledge and strengths of one of these hubs may hold the answer to the life-and-death struggle against the alien adversaries. – Athena Andreadis
"A powerful story by a strong new talent."– Gordon R. Dickson
"In this post-Vietnam era when even Heinlein has turned to fantasy and social satire, sf novels of military action and ideals may seem almost as archaic (if still as popular) as tales of opera-cloaked vampires. It takes a particularly talented author to produce military sf with an appeal for non-believers, the un-gung-ho. Gordon Kendall has managed it in his first novel, White Wing.… It's a political situation as desperate as anything conceived by C.J. Cherryh—though considerably easier to grasp.… What's most impressive about these men and women is not their heroism or even their cherished honor, though these are impressive enough, but rather their maturity. Though the squad has its ace fighter jocks and hotheads, a whole range of human flaws, it survives because its members are essentially responsible, intelligent adults—rare figures in space opera's gallery of glorified adolescents.… Kendall explores his characters' dilemma in a clever, dynamic plot filled with intrigue, danger, and surprises."– Locus (review of the original publication, September 1985)
"Emphasis is on the interplay of characters.… It's an interesting book."– Amazing Stories (review of the original publication, March 1986)
"They got her," someone said. Zann turned and stared hard at the speaker, who lowered his eyes. Red Wing. The eight people who crowded around Zann's board ignored her studiously. They knew, they all knew. The White Wing took no prisoners. And they were never taken in battle. Never. Not one capture in two hundred years.
The violet staining the holo crept out farther and deepened. The white fleck appeared to move slightly, to sink into it. Tractor beams might be notoriously slow, but they were impossible to break once they drained a ship's power.
The blood thundered in Zann's ears. She felt as if the entire staff of Battle Op could hear it pound, and she wanted to curse it for giving her Wing away. Almost imperceptibly the staff of Battle Op shifted position, without even the echo of a scuffle. Zann found herself shifting with them. They were all standing at attention.
"Battle Op, record. This is Maryam of White Wing, to Gregory, squad leader. I request the privilege of the Mercy of the Wing."