The Busanga Plains, Zambia, wild and untamed covered by a blanket of fear, as the sound of a hunting lion strikes terror into the hearts of the people who live there. When night falls, a cloak of fear falls over the villages for a serial killer walks among them, and hunts in the darkest hours of the night.
The killer has developed a taste for human flesh, and has no fear of man, and when the killer roars into the night, the people cower under their blankets and wait for the visit of the man-eater.
When the night is at its darkest, he hunts the very men who hunt him. Piet van Zyl once again finds himself stepping out of his comfort zone, to confront a killer that lurks in the shadows.
A fast paced thriller that takes you on the hunt for a man-eater, and leads you into the night, from where you might not return.
Targeted Age Group:: 16+ to Adult
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
I love Africa and the mystery of the rural people.
I have always been fascinated by the idea of a Man-eater, so after hours and hours of research, Devil in Eden was born.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
My characters moved from The Blood Trilogy right in Devil in Eden
Devil in Eden
The sound of the waterfall, crickets and frogs soon lull the group to sleep, as a shadow moves across the rocky area towards the camp fire, and slowly moves around the first tent, the scent of the humans inside strong in the air.
The flap on the second tent has not been closed all the way in order for Bruce to sleep comfortably, and sticking out into the night is the bottom of his sleeping bag, an invitation that the killer cannot resist.
Bruce is brought back from the land of dreams by the gentle tug on his sleeping bag, the night is pitch black and the dying fire throws a shadow across the front of the tent.
“Hey you guys, fuck off, I’m trying to sleep.”
The bag is pulled again, more strongly and he feels himself being pulled towards the opening.
“Hey baby, what’s going on?”
“Nothing sweetheart, those jerks are messing me around, Fuck off you guys.”
A sudden strong pull nearly drags him through the small opening, but in one fluid movement, Bruce rolls from the sleeping bag, as it disappears from the tent.
“Right, you guys are looking for shit, well two can play at this game you know.”
“Hey Bruce, shut up, you’re waking everyone.”
A low growl carries over the ground, into the tents.
“Hey everyone, Bruce is just trying to scare us, if that is meant to be a lions growl, then I am a monkeys uncle, fuck off Bruce, go back to sleep.”
The growl comes again, and the dying fire throws a shadow up against the tent.
“Okay, fuck you guys, I want my sleeping bag back, and I’m coming to get it. If I catch you, you are in for a midnight swim.”
Bruce crawls to the tents entrance; Les wide eyed watches as he pulls the zipper across and throws the tent flap to one side. He turns to her.
“Baby, pass me that torch, let me go see which jerk is looking for trouble, this time they have bitten off more than they can chew.”
He turns towards the opening, the light stabbing the darkness.
He is suddenly yanked through the opening; his screams of terror fill the night air along with the savage growls of the killer as it drags him across the dying fire. He struggles against the body of the lion, his free hand punching at the beast as it tightens its grip on him.
Les is frozen in place; her screams of terror bring the others stumbling out into the dark, the light from the other torches show a scene from a nightmare. The lion has Bruce by the left shoulder, and is dragging him across the rocky area. No one sees the second shadow moving towards the tents.
“Get to the Land Rover, all of you quickly.”
Wayne run’s forward, and scoops up a handful of hot coals, and shouting at the top of his voice, throws the coals at the lion, hoping to make it release its hold on Bruce.
The lion turns towards the man, drops Bruce, and snarls at the man. In the torch light Wayne can see it only has one eye, its muzzle covered with blood, its roar of defiance against the man echo’s off the wall of the waterfall.
The others grab Les out of her sleeping bag and sprint for the safety of the Land Rover, only to find that it has been locked.
“Who the fuck locks a car in the bloody bush?”
Wayne grabs a still smouldering branch from the embers, and still screaming at the top of his voice, advances on the beast as it lies next to the moaning Bruce, blood pumping from the gaping wound in his shoulder.
“Wayne, you locked the fucking car, we can’t get in.”
“Get into the water, go deep, and stay there, they don’t like to swim.”
The lion stands to greet the man’s challenge as he slowly advances towards the beast, the burning branch held out in front of him. He thrusts the branch towards the lion, aiming for the eye.
The lion back’s off, a low growl coming from deep inside its throat.
Wayne hears the others enter the water.
“Oh my God Wayne, look out, there’s another one behind you.”
Wayne swings around to confront the new threat, and in one massive leap the killer is upon him, its jaws tearing into his body as he falls beneath its weight, and as his screams rent the night air, he feels the fangs of another close over his throat.
The sounds of the two lions mauling Wayne’s body fill the watching four in the water with horror, all they can see is darkness and the shadows moving. Bruce slowly starts to drag himself away from the big cats, in the direction of the water.
The killer lifts his head from the corpse, and turns in the direction of the crawling man, watching as the man slowly moves away.
The others watch as the drama unfolds before them, unable to see clearly but riveted on the crawling shadow of Bruce.
The lion stands, and moves across to the crawling man, closes it jaws around his shoulder. Bruce screams in pain as it drags him back towards where the body of Wayne lies, releases its hold on him, and returns to its grisly meal.
About the Author:
Paul Zunckel was born in 1957 in Zimbabwe, then known as Rhodesia.
His family moved to South Africa in 1966, where he completed his schooling at
Kingsway Senior High School in Amanzimtoti.
He did his two years National service as an Ops Medic, wanting to follow his heart
and study medicine, but life got in the way.
He started to write full time in August 2014, and to date has self published four novels in the e-book format and is at present busy with his fifth one.
He has two children from a previous marriage, and is at the moment married
to the love of his life who is responsible for the books that have been written, as without her
it would never have happened.
In some way a gate was opened, and the first four novels are a direct result of that.
She inspired me, and supported me in this venture in every way possible, and because of
that, I dedicate these books to my loving wife Lucie for believing in me.
I also dedicate these books to my Mother, for her unwavering encouragement and support.
Thank you, Mom.
And The Lord above who blessed me with this gift.
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