He tries to scream, the terror stuck in his throat…the darkness all around him…the stench, he can smell the creature from hell, the low growl from its throat…flailing around him with his fists…can’t see, the darkness wrapped around him like a blanket…must defend myself, oh my God the fangs.
Africa, a land of myth, witchcraft, magic and corruption. A land where death waits in the shadows. A land where the hybrid now walks unafraid with a blood lust and a hatred for man …created to kill.
Man playing at being God, working with genetic creation, determined to create the perfect Human being…in isolation nothing can disturb the creation…nothing can go wrong but if you are in Darkest Africa, no one can hear you scream as you die by the hand of a creature not created by God, but by the sick mind of man…a creature from hell.
Two creatures now walk the African bush…one, a gentle soul breed from the womb of a chimpanzee…the other…a killer, a cross gorilla/mandrill baboon.
The hunt is on to bring an end to the madness, to the fear that stalks through the undergrowth, that is spreading its wings over Africa, to put an end to the killers rampage, to capture the gentle Hybrid…to sell her body to the highest bidder.
One man driven by greed…the other by compassion.

Fangs of Fury

<p>Throwing up stones and dust the convoy of three army vehicles converge on the abandoned vehicle, coming to a halt twenty meters away…the buzz of the flies carrying clearly to the men as they disembark and with Thomas Le Bon in the lead move cautiously towards the scene of chaos and bloodshed, AK 47 rifles at the ready…each man scanning the surrounding bush for any sign of the killer.</p>

<p>Mark Muller’s body lies where it had fallen, the bottle flies swarming around the dried blood and the gaping neck wound…his head hanging at an unnatural angle, his dead eyes wide in shock staring out at whatever the dead see…his face a grimace of terror and horror as if at the outrage his corpse suffered.</p>

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