Is gold worth gambling for when death is at stake? A fragile peace is broken and James Carregan is called to action. All thoughts of finding a suitable wife evaporates. Months later, the Shona rebellion quelled, James finds himself crossing paths with power-hungry Gavin Morgan, the son of his old friend, Rhys. With an irresistible proposition, James and his new acquaintance leave the Morgandale Estate for Cape Town. Becoming the toast of the town, Gavin hosts a series of bacchanal parties attracting high-ranking British officers and beautiful women alike… Including the scintillating Sonny, James’s love interest. But despite his new-found fame and fortune, Gavin senses a war brewing between the British and Boers. Young Morgan makes plans to deal with both sides… Treason punishable by death if discovered. As tensions mount and fighting breaks out, Gavin and James are forced into a series of lies and deceptions to hide his complicity. In matters of love and war, fortune favours the brave. But with Sonny waiting in the wings, James must decide if his loyalty to his old friend Rhys justifies betraying his country… Carregan’s Catch is the next chapter in an epic saga immersing readers in British colonial Africa.

They chanted. ‘Release Mandela’. But for three young individuals, their motives are their own… During a London Anti-Apartheid march, the Daily Mirror reporter Harry meets the impassioned Petronella, a communist activist. Alongside her is Josiah Makoni, a man spearheading his own cause to free his people from colonial Rhodesia. A country threatening to declare unilateral independence from Britain… Enamoured after his brief encounter, Harry wants more. Why is this woman so intriguing when her political agenda is in direct contrast to her family background? The granddaughter of an English magnate and daughter of a privileged white Rhodesian farmer. Playing with Harry, it becomes clear that Petronella and Josiah are lovers, driving Harry ever more to win her over. But for Josiah, his desire and passion are for his land. To break free of white oppression. To recruit freedom fighters and take back the power of his country, Zimbabwe. No matter the unthinkable… The Best of Times is the ninth episode in the Brigandshaw Chronicles. It’s the best of times for some, but the start of a bitter war to come.

A young man’s search for adventure, the birth of a new nation, and a war that would change southern Africa forever… The year is 1890, and the sun never sets on the British Empire. James Carregan is eager to find fortune and excitement, far away from his protective father’s influence. Setting off for Cape Town, he joins a pioneer column advancing its way into disputed territory in the kingdom of Mashonaland. But little does he know, what he finds there will change his life evermore… Despite the pioneers’ agreement with the mercurial Matabele King Lobengula, their journey north is fraught with treachery and danger. Although the king has promised them safe travel, each day brings the possibility of a brutal attack by the tribal indunas. But when the column finally settles, conflict erupts. A savage war ensues. And as the corpses of friends and enemies alike litter the ground, James must decide if this new life he has built for himself is worth the price he has paid… Morgandale is the first book in an epic historical adventure that sweeps readers away on a journey into British colonial Africa.

'Major Vigoureux' by Arthur Quiller-Couch is a novel that opens with a peculiar conversation between the Commandant and Sergeant Archelaus. Amidst discussions about trousers and presents from the Lord Proprietor, tensions rise as the Commandant questions the propriety of accepting such gifts. As the story unfolds, a change of Lord Proprietor and the disbanding of the garrison bring about a series of humbling and challenging events for Major Vigoureux with the Commandant finding himself facing a conspiracy that threatens the stability of his beloved Islands.

Sergeant Archelaus shook his head. "What's the use?" he asked. "'Tis but puttin' off the evil day. If Her Majesty won't send us clothes, we must fall back on Providence. Besides which, I've taken the edge off these things, and don't want to begin over again. Last Wednesday I wore 'em over to the Off Islands, to practise 'em on the sea-birds; and last evening after dusk I walked through the town with 'emÑyes, sir, right out past the church and back again, my blood being up, and came home and cut a square out of the old ones to wrap round the bung of the water-butt." The Commandant eyed the sergeant's legs in silence, choking down half-a-dozen angry criticisms. No; he could not trust himself to speak; and, after a minute, cramming his clenched fists into the pockets of his frayed fatigue-jacket, he swung about on his heel and walked out of the garden with angry strides. Was the Lord Proprietor making sport of him?Ñpurposely making him and his garrison the laughing-stock of the Islands? The Commandant walked up the road with a hot heart: past the Barracks and beyond them to the down, where a ruined windmill overlooked the sea. He wanted to be alone, and up here he could count upon solitude. He wanted to walk off his ill-humour. But the ascent was steep, and he, alas! no longer a young man; and at the windmill he was forced to stand still and draw breath. At his feet lay the Islands, bathed in the light of a fast-reddening October sunset. Against such a sunset, if the air be very clear, you may see them from the cliffs of the mainlandÑa low, dark cloud out in the Atlantic; and in old days the Commandant had repined often enough at the few leagues which then had cut him off from the world, from active service, from promotion. Gradually, as time went on, he had grown resigned, and with resignation he had learnt to be proud of his kingdomÑfor his kingdom de facto it was. The Islanders had used to speak of him sometimes as The Commandant, but oftener as The Governor. (They never called him The Governor nowadays.) His military establishment, to be sureÑconsisting of a master-gunner, four other gunners, and two or three aged sergeantsÑscarcely accorded with his rank of major; but by way of compensation he was, as President of the Council of Twelve, the chief civil magistrate of the Islands.