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The main characters of Sharpes Tiger novel are Richard Sharpe, Obadiah Hakeswill. The book has been awarded with Booker Prize, Edgar Awards and many others.
One of the Best Works of Bernard Cornwell. published in multiple languages including English, consists of 213 pages and is available in ebook format for offline reading.
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|Original Title:||Sharpes Tiger|
|Number Of Pages:||213 pages|
|First Published in:||1997|
|Generes:||Historical, Historical Fiction, Fiction, Historical, Adventure, War, War, Military Fiction, Cultural, India, Audiobook, Action, European Literature, British Literature,|
|Main Characters:||Richard Sharpe, Obadiah Hakeswill, William Lawford, Arthur Wellesley, 1st Duke of Wellington|
|Formats:||audible mp3, ePUB(Android), kindle, and audiobook.|
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Colonel McCandless woke as the dawn touched the world's rim with a streak of fire. The crimson light glowed bright on the lower edge of a long cloud that lay on the eastern horizon like the smoke rill left by a musket volley. It was the only cloud in the sky. He rolled his plaid and tied it onto his saddle's cantle, then rinsed his mouth with water. His horse, picketed close by, had been saddled all night in case some enemy discovered McCandless and his escort. That escort, six picked men of the 4th Native Cavalry, had needed no orders to be about the day. They grinned a greeting at McCandless, stowed their meagre bedding, then made a breakfast out of warm canteen water and a dry cake of ground lentils and rice. McCandless shared the cavalrymen's meal. He liked a cup of tea in the mornings, but he dared not light a fire for the smoke might attract the pestilential patrols of the Tippoo's Light Cavalry. Tt will be a hot day, sahib,' the Havildar remarked to McCandless.
'They're all hot,' McCandless answered. 'Haven't had a cold day since I came here.' He thought for a second, then worked out that it must be Thursday the twenty-eighth of March. It would be cold in Scotland today and, for an indulgent moment, he thought of Lochaber and imagined the snow lying deep in Glen Scaddle and the ice edging the loch's foreshore, and though he could see the image clearly enough, he could not really imagine what the cold would feel like. He had been away from home too long and now he wondered
if he could ever live in Scotland again. He certainly would not live in England, not in Hampshire where his sister lived with her petulant English husband. Harriet kept pressing him to retire to Hampshire, saying that they had no relatives left in Scotland and that her husband had a wee cottage that would suit McCandless's declining years to perfection, but the Colonel had no taste for a soft, plump, English landscape, nor, indeed, for his soft plump sister's company. Harriet's son, McCandless's nephew William Lawford, was a decent enough young fellow even if he had forgotten his Scottish ancestry, but young William was now in the army, here in Mysore indeed, which meant that the only relative McCandless liked was close at hand and