One drizzly morning in Santa Monica, California, a group of powerful individualists took to the air in a ­Piper ­Cherokee-6, and hop-scotched toward the Galapagos ­Islands. Somewhere, over uncharted jungle into which an airplane can disappear without a trace, an inch of ­gasoline is discovered sloshing about on the floor of the cabin. What do you do? If you are Gwen Moore, you pass out ­oyster crackers, wish everyone goodbye, cross your fingers, and close your eyes. Destination Galapagos ­describes this ­hi-octane heart-stopper, and many others like it. Ed Robison Author of The Fox and Other Stories