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Book Review: Those In Peril

   Hey, everyone. It has been a pleasure for me to read Wilbur Smith's latest novel called Those In Peril. I consider it to be a solid 4.5 stars out of 5. It is a book I'd highly recommend. Let me say that it is not for the squeamish. It is raw, violent and disquieting. It chronicles some of the most evil men imaginable and their evil deeds. As hardened an old codger as I am, there were a couple of passages which I chose to skip. Here's the recipe for this fine book.
    Hazel Bannock is the widow of the powerful founder of Bannock Oil. She is smart, beautiful and tough, yet she is a pain in the butt for her head of security, Hector Cross. She hates Cross because he doesn't kiss up to her. Yet, when her daughter is kidnapped, she turns to Hector Cross for help.
   Cayla Bannock has been kidnapped by Adam Tippoo Tip, who is the leader of a band of pirates in the south seas. She is taken to a mountain fortress on the African coast and held for ransom. Her treatment is atrocious and Hector Cross mounts an operation to recover the 20 year old lass. He has to deal with treachery and deceit, even within the circle of close friends who follow him into battle. Saving the girl will only be a portion of his mission. There is the sweet cup of revenge to be tasted. As always, I walk a fine line between reviewing a book and ruining its surprises. Let me say, however, that this novel is fast paced, action packed and should absolutely not be missed. Few men or women know more about Africa and her people, customs, animals and nuances than Wilbur Smith. He can darn sure spin a good yarn.
   This book has a femme fatale, a Russian, who reminds me of Karina, my favorite character from KGB Retirement Program. (My own book) Karina's favorite method of dealing with her enemies is also employed by the heroes in Smith's book. You'll see what I mean in the exciting conclusion of Those In Peril. I hope you enjoy it. I did.
    From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.
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