The Dark of the Sun
Wilbur A. Smith
Language: English
Pages: 236
ISBN: B01MCYI0L6
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The Congo. Situated at the heart of sub-Saharan Africa, it is a place where men die for diamonds. For love. And for the unholy pleasure of others...
Bruce Curry is the leader of a mercenary band with the dubious support of three officers. His mission: To relieve a diamond-mining town cut off by the fighting and retrieve a priceless consignment of diamonds. Along the way, he meets a beautiful Belgian woman. Shermaine is a dream come true. But the rest of Curry's journey is about to become a living nightmare.
Ranged against his ill-disciplined unit are bandits, guerrillas, and hostile tribes that infest the land. In a sinister atmosphere of omnipotent evil, Curry fights to stay alive—and protect Shermaine, his one true love. But to do so, he must face another, even deadlier enemy: one of his own men...
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pilots hailed Bruce from across the room. ‘Hi, Bruce. How about a snort?’ ‘Dave. Carl.’ Bruce waved. ‘Big hurry now – tonight perhaps.’ ‘We’re flying out this afternoon.’ Carl Engelbrecht shook his head. ‘Back next week.’ ‘We’ll make it then,’ Bruce agreed, and went out of the front door into the Avenue du Kasai. As he stopped on the sidewalk the white-washed buildings bounced the glare into his face. The naked heat made him wince and he felt fresh sweat start out of his body beneath his
beneath his feet. The hand of the man behind him was on his shoulder, and he could sense the presence of the others that followed him like the body of a serpent, could hear the crunch of their steps and the muted squeak and rattle of their equipment. A man’s voice was raised in protest and immediately quenched by Ruffy’s deep rumble. They crossed the road and the gradient changed beneath Bruce’s feet so that he had to lean forward against it. They were starting up the Lufira hills. I will rest
swarm of them like locusts on the move, high arching, fluting softly, dropping all around the man as he started to run. Bruce stopped struggling and watched. He heard the metal heads clanking on the bonnet of the truck, saw them falling wide of the man, some of the frail shafts snapping as they hit the ground. Then between the shoulders, like a perfectly placed banderilla, one hit him. It flapped against his back as he ran and he twisted his arms behind him, vainly trying to reach it, his face
swarm of them like locusts on the move, high arching, fluting softly, dropping all around the man as he started to run. Bruce stopped struggling and watched. He heard the metal heads clanking on the bonnet of the truck, saw them falling wide of the man, some of the frail shafts snapping as they hit the ground. Then between the shoulders, like a perfectly placed banderilla, one hit him. It flapped against his back as he ran and he twisted his arms behind him, vainly trying to reach it, his face
his feet and snorted. ‘Well, give her a little bit of sleep for me too, Bucko.’ Bruce left him and crossed to the Ford. ‘Hello, Bruce. How did it go today? I missed you,’ Shermaine greeted him, and her face lit up as she looked at him. It is a good feeling to be loved, and some of Bruce’s fatigue lifted. ‘About half finished, another day’s work.’ Then he smiled back at her. ‘I won’t lie and say I missed you – I’ve been too damn busy.’ ‘Your hands!’ she said with quick concern and lifted them