Flashman on the March (Flashman Papers)

Product Description ItS 1868 And Sir Harry Flashman, V.C., Arch-Cad, Amorist, Cold-Headed Soldier, And Reluctant Hero, Is Back! Fleeing A Chain Of Vengeful Pursuers That Includes Mexican Bandits, The French Foreign Legion, And The Relatives Of An Infatuated Austrian Beauty, Flashy Is Desperate For Somewhere To Take Cover. So Desperate, In Fact, That He Embarks On A Perilous Secret Intelligence-Gathering Mission To Help Free A Group Of Britons Being Held Captive By A Tyrannical Abyssinian King. Along The Way, Of Course, Are Nightmare Castles, Brigands, Massacres, Rebellions, Orgies, And The Loveliest And Most Lethal Women In Africa, All Of Which Will Test The Limits Of The Great BounderS Talents For Knavery, Amorous Intrigue, And Survival.Flashman On The March-The Twelfth Book In George Macdonald FraserS Ever-Beloved, Always Scandalous Flashman Papers Series--Is Flashman And Fraser At Their Best. Review Shocking. . . . So Exciting. . . . Readers Will Find Themselves Simply Turning The Pages . . . As If They Were Lost In The Exciting Adventures Of A Victorian James Bond. . . . He Is . . . The Stuff Of Legend.-The Washington Post Book WorldA Novelistic Gallop Through History And Imagination. . . . Fraser Can Easily Juggle Conan Doyle And Holmes, Fleming And Bond, Wodehouse And Wooster, And Chandler And Marlowe.-Vanity Fair Genius. . .One Of The Literary Wonders Of The Age: Historical Pastiche Raised To Such Dizzy Heights That You Forget That It Is Pastiche And Savour It As New-Minted Fiction.-The TelegraphAs Fine A Contribution To History And Literature As You Could Desire. . . .Filled With Peril, Astonishing Escapes And Sexual Escapades. . . Brilliant.-The Boston Globe About The Author George Macdonald Fraser Was Born In England And Educated In Scotland. He Served In A Highland Regiment In India, Africa, And The Middle East. In Addition To His Books, He Has Written Screenplays, Includingthe Three Musketeers,The Four Musketeers, And The James Bond Filmoctopussy. He Died In 2008. Excerpt. Reprinted By Permission. All Rights Reserved. Half A Million In Silver, Did You Say? In Maria Theresa Dollars. Worth A Hundred Thou In Quids. He Held Up A Gleaming Coin, Broad As A Crown, With The Old Girl Double-Chinned On One Side And The Austrian Arms On TOther. Dam Disinheritin Old Bitch, What? Mind, They Say She Was A Plum In Her Youth, Blonde And Buxom, Just Your Sort, Flashy- NeEr Mind My Sort. The Cash Must Reach This Place In Africa Within Four Weeks? And The Chap Who Was To Have Escorted It Is Laid Up In Venice With Yellow Jack? Or The Clap, Or The SailorS Itch, Or Heaven Knows What. He Spun The Coin, Grinning Foxy-Like. YouVe Changed Your Mind, HavenT You? YouRe Game To Do It Yourself! Good Old Flash! DonT Rush Your Fences, Speed, My Boy. WhenS It Due To Be Shipped Out? Wednesday. Lloyd Packet To Alexandria. But With Sturgess Comin All Over Yellow In Venice, That WonT Do, And There AinT Another Alex Boat For A Fortnight-Far Too Late, And The EmbassyLl Run My Guts Up The Flagpole, As Though Twas My Fault, Confound Em- Aye, ItS Hell In The Diplomatic. Well, Tell You What, Speed-ILl Ride Guard On Your Dollars To Alex For You, But I AinT Waiting Till Wednesday. I Want To Be Clear Of This Blasted Town By Dawn Tomorrow, So YouD Best Drum Up A Steam-Launch And Crew, And Get Your Precious Treasure Aboard Tonight-Where Is It Just Now? At The Station, The Strada Ferrata-But Dammit, Flash, A Private CharterLl Cost The Moon- YouVe Got Embassy Dibs, HavenT You? Then Use Em! The Station AinT Spitting Distance From The Klutsch Mole, And If You Get A Move On You Can Have The Gelt Loaded By Midnight. Heavens, Man, Steam Craft And Spaghetti Sailors Are Ten A Penny In Trieste! If YouRe In Such A Sweat To Get The Dollars To Africa- You May Believe It! Let Me See . . . Quick Run To Alex, Then Train To Cairo And On To Suez-No