I really loved this book - it's Wilbur Smith at his best - exciting adventure, interesting history, and the heart-stopping scenery of Africa in their most spectacular, lavish form.
The first roughley two-thirds of the book pick up the story of Zouga Ballantyne years after A Falcon Flies, as he arrives at the newly setup Kimberley diamond mine (today known as Big Hole - and visible from space!) with his wife and two grown sons to make a fortune, which would allow him to go back north to Matabeleland - the beautiful treasure-laden herd-trodden land of the Matabele tribe. After dramatic turns of fate and many reunions, the story moves to Matabeleland, where a war is coming between the white men and the impi of the Matabele king. It's a glorious pageturner.
Of course there are some legacies of the 1980s that bother me - like the depiction of women - which can at times be inspiringly forward, like Robyn, but then swoon like crazy at the sight of men (like Mungo St. John, who is, in all honesty, an actual villain) or marry the likes of Ralph (who is of the opinion that a wife needs a good beating and a kitchen to cook your meals in??? - but that was only mentioned once and was not very consistent with the rest of his chapters, so I decided to ignore and forget).
What bothered me the most was the unresolved or rather non-existing personal conflict, which must have existed for Zouga especially, but also for Ralph, when facing against the Matabele. I feel it was never mentioned. I definitely missed some introspection there.
Maybe that is left for the third book (can't wait!)