Canaan North by Tony Geldenhuys has just been published by Just Done Productions – Publishing R160
BLURB
1965 – The first gusts of the `Winds of Change’ have reached the southern states of Africa when Derek du Toit inherits his murdered grandfather’s farm, Canaan North, in a
Desperate to keep Canaan North, he and Sophia undertake a clandestine journey into the wilds of
‘This book gripped me –at times I was reduced to tears and at others I was enraged….’
EXCERPTS
“Meredith looked down into the terror-filled eyes, and his smile broadened as he slowly placed his full weight on his right foot. Banda’s head jerked back, his neck muscles stood out like cords, the veins pumped full, his back arched, bent like a taut bow, and he screamed. It was a shrill, high-pitched piercing cry of both pain and terror that reverberated off the cave walls, and Meredith’s eyelid drooped and his mouth hung open, his jaw slack, as he felt a sensual tingling run up his spine.
Banda’s scream was long and drawn out. And as the air was emptied from his lungs and the last of the scream died away…”
……
“Derek looked down the road at the far lights, and then lifted his toes off the brakes. Free at last, the Cessna bounded forward like a hunting dog suddenly let loose. The speed built up fast and the road surface became a blur in the cone of the landing light. He pushed the control column and the tail wheel lifted off the ground, simultaneously the landing light arced down and lit up the road all the way to the Jeep.
He kept the forward pressure on the control column, holding the main wheels on the ground while the needle on the airspeed indicator crept to the seventy knot mark. Then, as they bore down onto the Jeep that he now could see clearly in the landing lights, he released the pressure on the control column and eased it back. And the Cessna rose gently into the air.”
……
“The buffalo had been dozing, and the distant sound of the man’s deep voice made it start and lift its great head. It was not sure what it had heard, and it lifted its nose high and sniffed the air. Just the soft wind filtered through the hedge and it could smell nothing that indicated danger. Then it closed its eyes and the weight of its mighty horns seemed to be too much to hold up, and it dropped its head. It then pushed out its parched tongue and licked its dry nose.
Fifty feet away, on the opposite side of the hedge, the soft sand muffled the sound of the man’s tread on the game trail. And the soft wind that passed over him, cooling his hot and sweating body, absorbed his smell and carried it through the hedge to the buffalo.
As the man-smell registered in its brain, it triggered a sudden and violent reaction. Ignoring the thirst and the agony, it now had only one emotion, and that was hate. It forced its seventeen hundred pounds of cunning, hate, and aggression to its feet. It stood the blackness of its skin shining and rippling as the muscles knotted and moved. The tips of its horns that swept backwards and up from the huge corded bosses on its forehead, and that made it look as if it was peering from under a hat pulled low over the eyes, lay back on its shoulders, its blunt muzzle lifted high, its eyes bloodshot, and its red nostrils flared.”
……
“Then she slowly turned her head to look briefly at Derek, and he saw the change - there was now a look of absolute defiance in her eyes - she was not going to give in. He knew she had to make the first move, and when she did, he had to be ready to support her. As she looked at Batista, Derek glanced at the African. He still had the rifle pointed at him, although his attention was focused on Batista and Sophia.
`Good,’ said Batista. `Now get rid of the jacket and the shirt.’”
……
“Behind the bulls in the lead came the main mass of the herd - the younger bulls ahead of the cows and their calves who were close to running to keep up with the herd. Derek tried to estimate their number but the dust hid the end of the herd.
He was aware of the silence of the herd. There was just a soft, rapid, shuffling sound of heavy muffled movement. He could see none of the animals loitering to feed - not one broke the silence.”
AUTHORS BIO
Tony Geldenhuys was born in
Copies of Canaan North can be ordered online http://www.justdone.co.za
Choose catalog and follow the instructions
If you have any problems contact: John 083 3888 290 Fax 086 505 2478 or publish@justdone.co.za
Payments may be done via credit card or EFT, bank deposit
International orders may be placed via http://www.lulu.com/content/3625411
A5, 443 pages
FICTION, Thriller/Romance/Africa
PLEASE NOTE THAT THE BOOKS WILL BE PRINTED ON ORDER SO THEY WILL BE A WAITING PERIOD
| ||||||||||||||
| | ||||||||||||||
--~--~---------~--~----~------------~-------~--~----~
You received this message because you are subscribed to the "Just Done Productions Publishing Announcements List" group.
To unsubscribe from this group, send email to JDPUB-unsubscribe@googlegroups.com
For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/JDPUB?hl=en
-~----------~----~----~----~------~----~------~--~---
No comments:
Post a Comment