I’m pleased to be welcoming Candi Miller back to Novel Kicks and the blog tour for her book, Kalahari Passage: Koba book 2

Koba and Mannie have been in jail. Their crime, loving each other across the Apartheid colour bar in southern Africa. Koba escapes her captors and using her bush skills, finds her way across the semi-desert to her former tribal home. But adapting to a hunter-gatherer lifestyle after a decade away, has challenges. And her mortal enemy is on her trail.

Meanwhile Mannie absconds during his parole and sets off on a sub-continental road trip to find his beloved Koba. But will his new comrades persuade him to join them across the border for training in deadly guerrilla warfare? And what will that mean for his future with Koba? 

Under tragic circumstances the lovers meet, but the danger they are in means they face  heart-breaking choices.

Kalahari Passage is an action-packed story of a search for identity and love. Readers will be spellbound by Koba’s world where an ancient culture dances, trances and lives in harmony with the land.

Candi has shared an extract with us today. We hope you enjoy it. 

*****beginning of extract*****

Koba, an indigenous Ju|’hoan girl, has found safety her among her people, making friends with |Kuni and her musician husband, Bo Fingers. Koba decides to decamp with them to avoid her stalker, the man she calls Lion. She has suitors too, unwanted. Koba is secretly in love with Mannie, Frog-boy, a young white man from whom she was separated by the government.

In italics is the interior dialogue Koba has with her conscience, aka Insect. (A bit like Jiminy Cricket in Pinocchio, but bawdy.) 

Something had been decided in the group. Everyone except ∥’Aoka Sour, looked content. Gaps began to appear in the circle as people rose and said goodnight.

Koba grew uneasy, nervous as a wildebeest that finds itself in a thinning herd. She scanned the remaining faces for clues and started when another large log was thrown into the fire. All the cooking is done, people go to their sleeping mat; why the wood-wasting? she wondered, until it occurred to her that a decision had been made to leave the area.

She gazed up at the night sky again, calculating her options. The Big Rain will have washed away my footprints, but Lion won’t give up easily. Better to hide in the herd, although I seem to get many unspoken looks in this noisy place.

Use your intelligence, Bushgirl. There are few marriageable women in the group. That is why you are eaten by eyes.

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