Metal Angel

Lambda Award nominee 1994.

He had given birth to himself on a dark night in L.A., tired of being an angel, longing to experience all that the mortal world had to give. His body was the epitome of male beauty, a human form made to succeed.

Yet one thing Volos had forgotten in his act of self-creation was the wings. The wings set him apart from true mortals. But in L.A. being different was a way of life, and if you picked the right career it could become an asset rather than a liability. And for Volos, only one career would do: rock star. He had the voice, the charisma – and, of course, the wings. And he was ready to soar to the heights of the music world.

But not even an angel can get to the top without making enemies. And the leader of the enemies who banded against Volos could give even an immortal something to fear...