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>Wailing in anguish Eve blunders and stumbles blindly through the savanna grass, mindless of anything in her path…paying no heed to the bulk of the buffalo herd as she runs towards the fallen Liger…tears of frustration, tears of rage at the injustice, tears of fear course down her simian features as she throws herself down next to the badly injured Romeo. She cradles his large head in her lap as her anxious eyes run over his body…watching the rapid rise and fall of his chest…her eyes drawn to the gaping wound in his side, the blood running freely from the torn flesh, matting his hide.</p>

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