By Wilbur Smith
He started lifestyles at his dual brother's facet, quickly operating wild on his father's ranch at the fringe of Africa. yet violence, wish, and destiny despatched Sean Courtney into exile--where he may struggle and love his strategy to awesome good fortune and heartbreaking failure...
In a spot referred to as The Ridge of White Waters, Sean made a life-long friendship, mined a fortune of gold, and met his personal demons. Then an act of crafty betrayal struck--and ignited a brand new experience to a brand new frontier.
From dealing with the murderous cost of a towering bull elephant to observing males die unspeakable deaths, Sean fought new enemies, cast new allies--and dreamed of building a relatives on a farm of his personal. yet in Wilbur Smith's When the Lion Feeds, the younger guy who had lived via his braveness, sweat, and blood was once approximately to find that the previous nonetheless had its claws in him…
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Fishing’s a foolish previous factor. ’ ‘Nobody requested you to come,’ Sean instructed her. ‘It’s sizzling the following! ’ Sean didn’t solution. The excessive reed beds close out any breeze and the white sand threw the sun’s warmth again at them. Anna stood up and wandered restlessly around the sand to the sting of the reeds. She picked a handful of the lengthy spear-shaped leaves and plaited them jointly. ‘I’m bored,’ she introduced. ‘Well, cross domestic then. ’ ‘And I’m scorching. ’ Sean pulled his line in, inspected the worms and forged them out back. Anna caught her tongue out at his again. ‘Let’s have a swim,’ she instructed. Sean neglected her. He caught the butt of his rod into the sand, pulled his hat all the way down to defend his eyes from the glare and leaned again on his elbows along with his legs stretched out in entrance of him. He may well pay attention the sand crunching as she moved after which there has been one other silence. He began to fear approximately what she used to be doing, but when he seemed round it might be a convey of weak spot. ‘Girls! ’ he inspiration bitterly. there has been the sound of working toes simply at the back of him. He sat up fast and began to show. Her white physique flashed prior him and hit the water, with a smack like a emerging trout. Sean jumped up. ‘Hey, what’re you doing? ’ ‘I’m swimming,’ laughed Anna, waist-deep in eco-friendly water, along with her hair slicked wetly down her shoulders and over her breasts. Sean checked out these breasts, white because the flesh of an apple and nippled in darkish crimson, nearly purple. Anna dropped onto her again and kicked the water white. ‘Voet sak, little fishes! Scat, little fishes,’ she gurgled. ‘Hey, you mustn’t do that,’ Sean stated half-heartedly. He sought after her to face up back, these breasts gave him an odd tight feeling in his belly, yet Anna knelt with the water as much as her chin. He may see them in the course of the water. He sought after her to face up. ‘It’s wonderful! Why don’t you return in? ’ She rolled on her belly and ducked her head lower than the water; the dual ovals of her backside broke the skin and Sean’s belly tightened back. ‘Are you coming in? ’ she demanded, rubbing the water out of her eyes with either fingers. Sean stood bewildered – inside a number of seconds his emotions in the direction of her had passed through a tremendous revolution. He sought after a great deal to be within the water with all these mysterious white bulges – yet he was once shy. ‘You’re scared! Come on, I offer you guts to come back in. ’ She teased him. The problem pricked him. ‘I’m now not scared. ’ ‘Well, come on then. ’ He hesitated a couple of seconds longer, then he threw off his hat and unbuttoned his blouse. He grew to become his again on her whereas he dropped his pants then spun around and dived into the pool, grateful for the canopy it gave him. His head got here out and Anna driven it lower than back. He groped and stuck her legs, straightened up and threw her on her again. He dragged her in the direction of the shallows, the place the water wouldn’t conceal her. She used to be thrashing her fingers to maintain her head out and screaming delightedly. Sean’s heels snagged a rock and he fell, letting pass of her; earlier than he might get better she had leapt on him and straddled his again. He can have thrown her off, yet he loved the texture of her flesh on his – hot in the course of the cool water, slippery with wetness.