Tsitaadid raamatust «Master of the Game»

He could see the shadows of the giant birds all around him, moving in for the kill

English ladies in flounced skirts and ruffled blouses mingled in front of the bazaars set up in the town squares at Braameonstein

not care about me. Van der Merwe raped

Their ages were measured by tribal lore: wars and battles, and births and deaths of great chiefs, comets and blizzards and earthquakes

He felt a flood of terror. He was blind. He could not see them. But he could smell them.

Once again, the Bantus would rise and rule because of him. The

had no strength left to resist. He stopped

black could exist was by slim , subservient on the surface, but cunning and clever beneath.

He reached a wooden shack, took one last look around, rapped twice on the door and entered

The whites had pushed them into smaller and smaller territories, until their freedom had been eroded