Monsoon (Courtney Family Adventures)

Monsoon (Courtney Family Adventures)

Wilbur Smith

Language: English

Pages: 822

ISBN: 0312971540

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

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.

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filled with it. Hal whirled and ran back to him through the storm of musket fire. “No! No!” Big Daniel bellowed, sand and spittle flying from his mouth in a cloud. “Go back, you fool. Go back.” Hal reached him and stooped to seize his shoulders. He tried to lift him, and was appalled by the weight of the great body. With both his legs shot away, Daniel could not help him take the strain. Hal took another deep breath and readjusted his grip, then heaved up again. This time he lifted the top half

vegetables and passengers out to the fleet. “You be Captain Courtney, the new master of the Seraph,” the boatman quavered. “Seed your poster at the tavern.” “That he be,” Big Daniel answered, for Hal was too intent in studying his new love to hear the question. “I have two fine strong lads as want to ship aboard with you,” the old man went on. “Send them to see me,” Big Daniel growled. In the three days since they had hung the posters he had recruited almost a full crew. There would be no

recovered so swiftly from his indisposition,” he went on, in Arabic, “for this means that he is now able to meet me, and respond to my petition.” The vizier scrambled to his feet, but Tom brushed past him, making for the doorway beyond. “You cannot go in there!” he cried fearfully, but Tom ignored him. “Guard!” the vizier shouted. “Stop that man.” A big man in a long robe and half-armour appeared in the doorway and blocked Tom’s way. He had his hand on the pommel of the sheathed scimitar on

had not been prepared for such steadfast refusal. “Tom is right,” Guy agreed staunchly. “We can’t leave Dorian. None of us can. Tom and I will have to stay with him.” More than any other, Guy’s petition swayed Hal. It was almost unheard of for Guy to take a strong stance on any issue, but when he did no threat would move him. Hal frowned at them while his mind raced. Could he take a child of Dorian’s age into a situation that would certainly mean terrible danger? Then he looked at the twins. He

but one of the first men for whom he sent was Sheikh al-Salil. When Dorian prostrated himself before the throne, al-Malik stepped down, lifted him to his feet and embraced him. “I had thought you dead, my son. Then when I saw your banner flying in the ranks of the Masakara my heart shouted aloud with joy. I owe you much, I shall never know just how much, for if you had not brought in the northern tribes under my flag the battle might have gone hard for us. Perhaps I might not be sitting on the

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