Storm Tide: The landmark 50th global bestseller from the one and only Master of Historical Adventure, Wilbur Smith

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The Dark of the Sun (1965), filmed as The Mercenaries (1968) starring Rod Taylor, Jim Brown and Yvette Mimieux Smith was born in Ndola, Northern Rhodesia, (now Zambia), as was his younger sister Adrienne, [2] to Elfreda (née Lawrence, 1913 – ) and Herbert James Smith. He was named after the aviator Wilbur Wright. [2] Field, Michelle (13 May 1995). "A golden life crafted from a troubled land". The Canberra Times. p.51 . Retrieved 25 January 2015– via National Library of Australia.

Webmaster (18 January 2015). "Dark of the Sun/The Mercenaries (1967) | Nostalgia Central" . Retrieved 12 October 2020. I will never forget the story of how he rescued Grandmother Louisa from a convict ship as it was dashed to pieces on the shore.’ He had heard the tale a thousand times, and it still sounded incredible. In 2002, the World Forum on the Future of Sport Shooting Activities granted Smith the Inaugural Sport Shooting Ambassador Award. [35] Personal life [ edit ] Rob had never heard her talk like this before. For the first time in what seemed like his whole life, he felt that he was speaking to someone who truly understood him.

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If you will not think of me, at least think of your grandfather. Will you break an old man’s heart to go off on some foolish adventure?’ a b Agence France-Presse (14 November 2021). "The Guardian". Bestselling author Wilbur Smith dies aged 88. But not in such a manner,’ Verity responded tartly. ‘Soon Constance will need a husband, and if it is said that her brother goes around ogling native women from rooftops, there is not a reputable family in the whole Presidency that would countenance such a match.’ Spicer, Andrew (2012). "Rethinking Authorship in Film: The Struggle for Creative Control between Michael Klinger (Producer) and Wilbur Smith (Writer)". University of York . Retrieved 18 October 2021. God speed,’ she whispered, though not without a tremor in her heart. She put her hand on her breast. There was a lump there, invisible beneath the skin. She had told no one, not even Jim, but she had felt it, growing inside her with malignant power.

Theo blundered through the bushes. Thorns drew beads of blood on his arms; the hard earth jarred his swollen ankle. He could hear the men pursuing him, and he doubled his efforts to escape. He came to the wall and reached up to haul himself over. A shadow crossed Louisa’s face. ‘He is waiting for you at the house. He is not as strong as he was. But it will do him a world of good to see you.’ a b Midgley, Dominic (15 December 2015). "How a life devoid of PR spin has made Wilbur Smith every interviewer's dream subject". Dismore, Richard (15 June 2018). "Life inspired by a love of Africa". Express.co.uk . Retrieved 1 September 2020. Hopper, Hedda (30 August 1965). "Africa is Poiter's Choice". The News and Courier. p.3 . Retrieved 24 April 2012.

The landmark 50th global bestseller from the one and only Master of Historical Adventure, Wilbur Smith

Rob loved ships. They had fascinated him all his life. How many times had he climbed to the top of the bluffs with his father’s spyglass to watch a distant sail scudding past? He had made his father tell him all the names until he knew them in his sleep: proud Indiamen and stout brigantines, Arab dhows from Zanzibar, and Bermuda sloops with their triangular sails. Most of all, he loved the men of war, the frigates and line-of-battle ships he occasionally saw beating up the coast from Cape Town, the red ensigns streaming from their sterns. Once – the most thrilling moment of his life – he had witnessed two frigates trade broadsides for nearly three hours, just a few miles off the coast. He had never forgotten the sight of the guns running out like rows of teeth, or the wall of flame as they fired in perfect unison.

It was hard to imagine the twinkle-eyed old man he had known as the amazing adventurer he had heard about. His father was a metal worker who opened a sheet metal factory and then created a 25,000-acre (10,000ha) cattle ranch on the banks of the Kafue River near Mazabuka, by buying up a number of separate farms. [2] "My father was a tough man", said Smith. "He was used to working with his hands and had massively developed arms from cutting metal. He was a boxer, a hunter, very much a man's man. I don't think he ever read a book in his life, including mine". [1] The jaws stretched wider. Rob could see its two eyes, dark and malevolent, homing in on him. He had one chance. Keeping low, he ran to the house and flattened himself against the wall. It was a grand building, as befitted the richest merchant in Madras, designed in the fantastical style that was unique to the British in India. A broad verandah was supported by Grecian columns; onion domes flanked classical pediments. It stood about half a mile from the walls of Fort St George and Madras, though near enough to hear the surf crashing on the beach. From the sounds within, Theo guessed the party was taking place on the first floor. He recalled a grand ballroom there from his one visit to the house, trailing along behind his father.He broke the surface again and held his prize aloft, treading water. The moment he cupped it in his hands, he knew what it must be. Far heavier than you would expect for its size, with traces of its smooth iron surface still visible under the barnacles that encrusted it. Smith was working for his father when he married his first wife, Anne Rennie, a secretary, in a Presbyterian Church on 5 July 1957 in Salisbury, Rhodesia. [36] "We got on well in the bedroom but not outside it", Smith said. "On our honeymoon, I thought: "What have I got myself into?" but resigned myself to it." [37] There were two children from this marriage, a son, Shaun, was born on 21 May 1958, and then a daughter, Christian. [ citation needed] The marriage ended in 1962. [ citation needed] Tom Courtney had died ten years before, at the great age of ninety-one. His wife, Sarah, had survived him by a day and then she, too, had passed away. They were buried together on the headland at the top of the bluffs, in the red earth of the continent they had made their home.