Wilbur Smith

I should have thought you of all men would agree that black and white are created equal

Arguing with you is like arguing with the Devil himself

I hope it did not tax your energies. I was not hard to find.’

A storm threatened to break

‘My father wanted to be a better man,’ Mungo said quietly

as your father decided to rest on his laurels

Mungo took his sea bag from the saddle where

and be led a merry dance before they realised their mistake

Mungo gazed at the picture inside, his face unreadable

the mud that still caked his face. His clothes were ragged and filthy. He could