THE ANGELS WEEP/A TIME TO DIE by Wilbur Smith

The Angels Weep:  They came at a run, side by side, seeming to wade through the thick swamp of mortar smoke and dust, and they appeared monstrous and inhuman in the stark light of the star shells.  One of them was a huge Matabele.  He had lost his helmet and his head was round and black as a cannon ball, his open mouth was a pink cave lined with ivory teeth, and his bull bellow rose above even that storm of gunfire.  The other was a white man, the top of his battledress torn half off his body, exposing the pale flesh of his chest and shoulders, but his face was daubed with fiendish streaks of dark green and brown paint.

A Time To Die:  The lion charged.  He came straight at them out of the thicket as his mate had done, but even more swiftly, driven by the agony in his belly and the black rage that filled him.  He came grunting like a locomotive at full throttle, and they were unprepared, their rifles unloaded, bunched too closely together...

Soft cover, fair condition.  The cover shows signs of wear.  Slight foxing.