Monday, July 8, 2013

First Page - The Devil of Darfur

To what lengths will a father go to save his son?
How far will a soldier go to save humanity?
During a humanitarian mission to Darfur, Ethan and several of his college friends are kidnapped by the Janjaweed rebels. With the clock ticking and unable to get any help from the State Department, Ethan’s father Peter Savage turns to his childhood friend and commander of SGIT, Jim Nicolaou. When Jim refuses to send in a team to rescue Ethan, Peter has only one option … a plan that seems foolhardy and doomed to failure.
The Janjaweed rebels are not taking hostages for ransom, but rather to be sold as subjects in bizarre and inhumane genetic experiments aimed at creating a race of super soldiers—a hybrid creature created by infusing Neanderthal DNA into human DNA. The rebels work for a shadowy character named Colonel Ming.  But in Darfur natives call him by another name … the Devil.

The Devil of Darfur
Dave Edlund

Chapter 1
Late Pleistocene Era
27,000 Years Ago
Lightning flashed again, lighting the cave entrance. A moment later the thunder clap resounded like canon fire. The adult females and children had retreated deeper into the cave, fearful of the passing storm. It was early morning and the approaching sunrise painted the eastern horizon a deep crimson purple. The two younger males who would be part of the morning hunting party warmed themselves by the fire, preparing for the hunt.
Multiple lightning bolts split the dark sky silhouetting the lone figure at the mouth of the cave. Tok was the undisputed leader of this clan. He was large for a Neanderthal, standing a full hand taller than the other mature males; he was also much stronger and heavier, weighing a third again as much.

Tok had ruled this clan for the past six winters, ever since his father had been killed hunting the wild Ice-Age boar. Like most of the large mammals of this period, the wild boar was much larger and more aggressive than any modern porcine. A large boar could weigh upwards of thirteen-hundred pounds; four to five times Tok’s weight. Combined with outwardly projecting tusks over ten inches long and four inches around at the base, this animal could eviscerate even the largest predators of the period including the short face bear and saber tooth cat.
Tok did not fear the heavenly pyrotechnic display. Like most natural phenomena that he did not understand, he simply accepted it. His mind dealt with Earthly realities—survival. And although some members of his clan were learning to create cave paintings depicting successful hunts, and to fabricate simple jewelry, Tok had no time for such abstract thought processes.
He stood at the mouth of the cave, gazing at the dark sky, wearing a warm bear-skin cape and holding his short spear. The spear was made from a young but sturdy hickory tree that he had selected for its small diameter and straight growth. Tok had spent countless hours fashioning the shaft and hardening it by rubbing and rotating the green wood in the embers of a dying fire. Finally,



  1. Trish,

    You're right. It does sound intriguing.Thanks for sharing with us.


  2. Great opening chapter, David. I love reading about cavemen and this clever idea of using their strength merged with inteligence in soldiers sounds like a wonderful read. I'll be dure to check it out.

    Nice job, Trish

  3. Thanks for sharing this intriguing first page. What an original concept for a plot! Love it!!

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  4. Dan, your backmatter's first line gave me a chill--well done! Just by coincidence, I have a young niece on a humanitarian mission in Ghana; she's building orphanages and schools (I fear she sticks out like a sore thumb with her red hair and freckles.) This sounds like my sort of read!


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