The Slave Brand of Sleman bin Ali
Rain had forsaken the Congo. Hunger stalked the land. And lean, ravenous Abama warriors led by the Golden Goddess of all the Jungle—Sheena—marched doggedly against the walls of mighty Kilma to bury the ancient curse of Sleman bin Ali.
Sargasso of Lost Safaris
Savage drums sent Sheena's warning rolling through the forest to the ears of the white invaders: Wise men don't flaunt tribal taboos . . . and all fools die quickly on the forbidden trails of the Congo.
Killer's Kraal
Fierce and unswerving was the Jungle's allegiance to the wing-footed white goddess, all but Yamo Galagi, famed earth-shaker of the ancient Kalundas, who bowed to no law but his own insidious ju ju.
The Sword of Gimshai
Alone, Bob Reilly would have been easy prey for these fierce marauding Bambala tribesmen. But fate had sent him stumbling into the camp of Sheena, the jungle-woman . . . Sheena--who already had written in Bambala blood the great legend of the warrior-queen.
