Monsoon (Courtney Family Adventures)
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Monsoon, a Courtney Family Adventure from Wilbur Smith
One man. Three sons. A powerful destiny waiting to unfold.
Monsoon is the sweeping epic that continues the saga begun in Wilbur Smith's bestselling Birds of Prey. Once a voracious adventurer, it has been many years since Hal Courtney has dared the high seas. Now he must return with three of his sons - Tom, Dorian, and Guy - to protect the East India Trading Company from looting pirates, in exchange for half of the fortune he recovers.
It will be a death or glory mission in the name of the crown. But Hal must also think about the fates of his sons. Like their father before them, Tom, Dorian, and Guy are drawn inexorably to Africa. When fate decrees that they must all leave England forever, they set sail for the dark, unexplored continent, seduced by the allure and mystery of this new, magnificent, but savage land. All will have a crucial part to play in shaping the Courtneys' destiny, as the family vies for a prize beyond any of their dreams.
In a story of anger and passion, peace and war, Wilbur Smith evinces himself at the height of his storytelling powers. Set at the dawn of eighteenth-century England, with the Courtneys riding wind-tossed seas toward Arabia and Africa, Monsoon is an exhilarating adventure pitting brother against brother, man against sea, and good against evil.
do realize, Tom, that the child might well be yours and not Guy’s?” “That had occurred to me.” Tom hid his embarrassment as well as he was able, and answered as forthrightly as his father had broached the subject. “I fear you have made an enemy of your twin brother. Be wary of Guy. He does not forgive an injury, and he has an endless capacity for hatred.” “I doubt we shall ever meet again. He is in India, and I—well, I shall be at the ends of the oceans.” “Fate plays us shabby tricks, Tom,
spat in the sand and swore their oaths of retribution against Zayn al-Din and the Turks. In his heart Dorian swore the same oaths with them. Then each noon and evening that the army camped at Ghail ya Yamin they came again to his tent to hear the story repeated, and they corrected Dorian if he left out a single detail, pleading with him to remember every blow and shot, and exactly what each of the Saar had done and said before he died. From Ghail ya Yamin, the army set out north on the next leg
empty eastern horizon. Now, as they approached the land, pods of dolphin joined them, riding the bow-wave, dodging back and forth under the hull, rising again on the far side and curving their glistening black backs through the surface, finning high with their flat tails beating, eyeing the men in the rigging with a bright eye and fixed grin. This was the ocean of the great whales. On some days they saw their spouts blowing white on the wind wherever they looked from the masthead. The
pizzle.” “I say the skipper should take his chances and sail alone. The hell with this bastard Jangiri and his heathen crew! Die Luipard is a match for any son of the prophet. We don’t need to sit around here until van Rutyers is ready to nursemaid us.” Hal’s pulse spurted at the name Jangiri. It was the first time he had heard it outside Nicholas Childs’s cabinet. “Who is van Rutyers?” Big Daniel asked quietly, and took another pull at his poisonous beer. He, too, had been eavesdropping on
were of beautiful design and texture. The proprietor, whose name was Salim bin-Talf, welcomed him effusively, seated him on a carpet of lustrous silk and offered him thick sweet coffee, flavoured with cardamom. Aboli and the two slave-boys sat well back in the shadows and, following Hal’s instructions, maintained a respectful silence throughout the evening. “So what is the news, effendi?” Bin-Talf asked the ritual question of Hal. “The news is good,” Hal told him. He would have given the