I’ve started book number three and feel
better already – going back in time to the eighteen hundreds, a pre Sons of
Africa standalone (perhaps); some thirty pages in and enjoying the excitement.
Delving into untold happenings and hardships has really got my heart pounding.
The title is set, but as yet, I cannot tell you what it is. A tale of epic
proportions, one which I hope will sit comfortably amongst the colonial skulduggeries
of Africa’s great adventure stories. Got to stop, old Africa’s crooking her
finger and demands that I follow. Hope you all stay with me.