The Brigandshaw Chronicles

The first three books in Peter Rimmer's epic Brigandshaw Chronicles, the massive series that will have you gripped for months! In 1887, British ships continue to arrive at the bustling, growing port of Cape Town in South Africa. On board, one of them is a young man, Sebastian Brigandshaw, exiled from England by his abusive father.

In 1887, a tyrannical father exiles his seventeen-year-old son from England. Against a backdrop of greed, the brewing Boer War and friendship stronger than blood, Sebastian Brigandshaw reacts with a desperate plan...If it fails, he will go to trial and face execution. Sebastian left more behind than England though. He was also denied contact with Emily, his childhood sweetheart. In Africa, he has found another land to claim his heart, one that pulses with opportunity and where he can throw himself into new challenges. But there is only one Emily, and for her he gambles everything.

When Oxford geology graduate Harry Brigandshaw arrives at Purbeck Manor in 1907, he brings with him the sun-scorched memories of Africa and dreams of mineral exploration. The ancient estate of the St Clair family—once lords of all they surveyed, now reduced to "genteel poverty"—becomes the backdrop for Harry’s journey into the heart of a fading aristocracy.

When Lieutenant James Bowman steps off the train in 1920s Salisbury, Rhodesia, he carries more than his kitbag—he bears the weight of war trauma and abandoned love. His encounter with Colonel Voss, an aging adventurer with tales of ancient civilisations and promises of glory, offers an escape from his haunted past. "The legend has it there was a great civilisation here when we in Europe were still climbing trees and living in caves," Voss claims, drawing Jim into a dangerous expedition into Africa's heartland.

Tina Brigandshaw has achieved her dream. Lady of the Manor. But like most things, it comes with a price… Appearances are deceiving. Harry Brigandshaw is blissfully happy on his African farm, but his wife is not. She is scheming.

Tina is excruciatingly bored. Africa is not the glitz and glamour of 1920s London. Harry Brigandshaw, however, couldn’t be happier on his African farm. But with his young wife pressuring him to return to England, Harry caves into her demands. The soul of London is what Tina desires. Plunging herself into the hedonistic swirl of social engagements, she rekindles her flirtatious dance with Barnaby St Clair. Heedless, Harry returns to business. Including financing a musical with his old flame in the leading role. Danger swirls and jealousies flare....

After being declared legally deceased for over two years, the war-scarred pilot emerges from the heart of the Belgian Congo with a body ravaged by tropical disease and a story few will believe. Cut off from civilisation after his seaplane crashed into a river, Harry endured as a prisoner of a Tutsi tribe while battling to keep his flight engineer alive.

In 1938, as the shadows of war gather over Europe, Colonel Harry Brigandshaw finds himself drawn back into a world of international intrigue. When his old German friend Klaus von Lieberman disappears—reportedly taken by the Nazi secret police—Harry risks everything to uncover the truth.

September 1946: As London rebuilds after war, Frank Brigandshaw arrives from Africa with vengeance in his heart and a question burning on his lips. Armed with colonial swagger and sharp charisma, he confronts the Honourable Barnaby St Clair—the man he believes is his real father. When Barnaby rejects him, Frank dives into London’s post-war social scene, where everyone’s broke but pretending otherwise. From smoky jazz clubs to glittering galleries, he schemes through high society, stirring unrest wherever he goes.

With a fiancé waiting in Africa, and a one-way ticket in hand, artist Livy Johnston boards a steamer ship at the port of London. A tantalizingly future awaits, and Livy is exuberant with a lust for life. So much so, that when she catches the eye of a fellow passenger, she embarks on a shipboard romance. Surely one last fling wouldn’t hurt....