Blue Horizon (Courtney Family Adventures)
Wilbur Smith
Language: English
Pages: 800
ISBN: 0312991428
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The New York Times bestselling author and one of the greatest adventure writers of our time returns with a pulse-pounding tale of danger, courage, and suspense.
Tom Courtney and his brother Dorian battled both vicious enemies and nature itself on the high seas, finally reaching the Cape of Good Hope to start life afresh. Now, half a generation later, they are successful and contented: merchants and family men, prospering on the very edge of an immense and beautiful continent, Africa. In the tradition of Wilbur Smith's earlier bestseller, Monsoon, this spellbinding new novel introduces the next generation of Courtneys. They are out to stake their claim in Southern Africa, traveling along the infamous "Robbers' Road."
It is a journey both exciting and hazardous---one that takes them through the untouched wilderness of a beautiful land filled with warring tribes and wild animals. But the most dangerous predators of all are other Europeans, crazed by greed, jealousy, and lust, and determined to destroy utterly all members of the Courtney clan. This quest for vengeance results in a desperate chase---both on land and sea---that is one of the most extraordinary in modern literature.
Blue Horizon is a truly great adventure story, told by a master novelist at the height of his powers.
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top of one of the wagons, and was shrieking insults at the routed impis as they fled. “I defecate on your heads, I piss on your seed. May your sons be born with two heads. May your wives grow beards, and fire-ants eat your testicles.” “What is the little devil telling them?” Louisa asked. “He wishes them a fond farewell and lifelong happiness,” Jim said, and the sound of her laughter revived him. “To horse!” he shouted at his men. “Mount! Our hour has come.” They stared at him dully, and he
restraining hands. “Help me. I must attend to her.” “I will see to Mother.” Mansur jumped up and ran to the mattress. “Mother!” he cried, and tried to lift her. Then he reeled back, staring at his hands, which were shining with Yasmini’s blood. Dorian crawled across the floor, dragged himself on to the mattress and lifted Yasmini in his arms. Her head lolled lifelessly. “Yassie, please don’t leave me.” He wept tears of utter desolation. “Don’t go, my darling.” His entreaties were in vain for
their sweat-slimy hands could not hold together. She lunged for the branch and found a double hold, but the bush could no longer bear her weight. It crackled and snapped as it tore. “I am going!” she sobbed. “No, damn you, no!” he shouted, but the bush gave way. She started to fall, but suddenly both her wrists were seized and held. Her fall was arrested with a strength that made the joints of her upper arms pop in their sockets. Mansur had made his last effort. He had freed his legs from the
out. He made her dress in fantastic costumes, play the role of milkmaid, stable-boy or princess. Sometimes he made her wear masks, the heads of demons and wild animals. On other evenings they would study the pictures in the green book, and then enact the scenes they depicted. The first time he showed her the picture of the girl lying under the boy and his shaft buried in her to the hilt, she did not believe it was possible. But he was gentle, patient and considerate, so that when it happened
the wavering flames, and her guilt was a knife under her ribs. “What else did he say?” Jim asked softly. “He said that the pain of parting from his only son would be too great to bear, unless he could hold you in his eye once more before you go.” Jim opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again. Bakkat went on, “He knows that you intend to follow the Robbers’ Road northwards into the wilderness. He said that you will not be able to survive with such meagre stores as you were able to take
