I was totally captivated from the very beginning.
Wilbur Smith has the capacity to draw you in and keep you wanting more.
The descriptions of landscape creatures and the environment put you right there.
I could feel the dust whipping up as he was driving along and the feeling of utter fear on realising that it was a lion he had been whipping, not as he thought his dog which the lion had just eaten.
The horror on realising that the whip was, in fact, a black mamba.
The terror on his trip to shoot pigeons only to come face to face yet again with a black mamba, realising that one slip could mean certain death.
I look forward with eager anticipation to reading the rest of the book.
This sample left me only wanting for more.
Wilbur Smith has the capacity to draw you in and keep you wanting more.
The descriptions of landscape creatures and the environment put you right there.
I could feel the dust whipping up as he was driving along and the feeling of utter fear on realising that it was a lion he had been whipping, not as he thought his dog which the lion had just eaten.
The horror on realising that the whip was, in fact, a black mamba.
The terror on his trip to shoot pigeons only to come face to face yet again with a black mamba, realising that one slip could mean certain death.
I look forward with eager anticipation to reading the rest of the book.
This sample left me only wanting for more.