Unfortunately dear Wilbur is taking what can only be described as a downward spiral when it comes to his latest novels.
This book is no exception, while highly entertaining and gripping by most novelists standards, it falls short of his great books.
The villains are one dimensional psychopaths, the heroes are stereotypes and the plot is all too predictable.
It pains me to write such a negative review, as Wilbur Smith has been an omnipotent force throughout my life, accompanying me on wonderful holidays, keeping me amused on long flights and getting me through times of worry and stress with that unique ability to transport the reader to another era, another world.
I yearn for a return to the simmering intensity of the earlier books, the sadness of "When The Lion Feeds", the brilliance of "The Burning Shore", the tales which would suck you in from the very first paragraph and keep you gripped until the last.
Wilbur, you are still the best novelist in the world right now, probably ever, take a look at your last four novels, then your first four, and regain the genius that has for the moment left you.