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>The Departures hall is a bustle of humanity, voices shouting from one side to another, armed soldiers move through the throng, AK47 rifles slung over their shoulders, their eyes peering out from under the red berets, everyone is under suspicion…the country in a turmoil…leaderless…people leaving an unknown future behind, moving back to the countries of their origin before this country is once again plunged into the darkness of civil war as greed and self-enrichment take hold and the principal players choose fear and terror as their political tool of choice…their pathway to the highest office in the land, and as usual the pathway will be littered with bodies and blood.</p>

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