By Wilbur Smith
The deep. The lethal. The damned...
For 1000 years, an unbelievable treasure has rested at the backside of the Indian Ocean, hidden through fast blue currents, guarded by way of lethal coral reefs, or even deadlier university of man-eating nice white sharks. Harry Fletcher, a former soldier grew to become fisherman, is now being pulled right into a murderous secret by means of males keen to kill and a gorgeous lady prepared to lie for what rests a long way underneath the ocean. Now, Harry has no selection yet to go into complete bore into a global conflict to elevate a rare item from the deep. simply because owning this treasure is not just approximately getting rich--it's approximately staying alive... in Wilbur Smith's The Eye of the Tiger.
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