The Eye of Saba: The King's Curse - The Patrick Redman Thriller Series, #1

The Eye of Saba: The King's Curse is a hard-edged adventure thriller soaked in saltwater, blood, desire and bad luck — the kind of story where paradise has teeth and every beautiful thing carries a debt.
Patrick Redman is a Royal Navy petty officer with a sailor's appetite for danger, drink and trouble. In Mombasa, a spell of shore leave becomes something darker when a dive on a remote reef uncovers an ancient gold pendant: a relic linked to Solomon, Sheba and a curse old enough to have outlived empires. The find should be a fortune. Instead, it becomes a weight — passed hand to hand, hidden in lockers, lied about to police, and carried across oceans like contraband from another age.

Around Patrick, the world begins to buckle. A freak storm turns a dive trip into a fight for survival. A shark attack leaves grief where laughter used to be. A warship that once felt solid and rational becomes a floating catalogue of near-disasters: snapped gear, men overboard, fires, failures, accidents that come too close together to dismiss. Patrick is a man trained to trust drills, charts and machinery — but even he begins to wonder whether the sea has marked him, or whether the ancient Eye has started collecting on its curse.

The novel moves with the dirty realism of lived-in naval fiction: mess-deck banter, tropical heat, engine oil, wet steel, cheap beer, official lies and the blunt fatalism of men who work too close to the sea to romanticise it. But beneath the grit runs a mythic current — Solomon's bargain, Sheba's legacy, a stolen talisman, and a covenant that may still have power in the modern world. The past does not sit quietly in a museum case here. It surfaces from the reef, green-eyed and glittering, and drags the present down with it.

Patrick himself is no polished hero. He is flawed, impulsive, often selfish, sometimes brave in spite of himself. He betrays, blunders, survives, and keeps moving because stopping would mean facing the wreckage behind him. The people around him — Hannelore, Thomas, Laura, Lisbeth, Jax, shipmates and strangers — are not decorative passengers in his story. They are vivid, damaged, funny, dangerous, loyal, grieving, hungry for escape. Their choices give the book its human bite: love tangled with guilt, friendship tested by fear, and survival bought at prices no one wants to name.

From the reefs off Kenya to the brutal working decks of a Royal Navy destroyer, from academic whispers about ancient Africa to backstreet deals for passage on a Russian freighter, The Eye of Saba: The King's Curse blends maritime thriller, archaeological mystery and psychological survival story into something raw and propulsive. It is a novel about what men take, what the sea takes back, and what happens when an object meant to stay buried is brought into the light.
No ghosts need appear for this story to feel haunted. The curse may be superstition. The accidents may be coincidence. The guilt may be doing all the work. But by the time Patrick climbs toward Mombasa again — hunted by conscience, law, and the consequences of his own decisions — the question is no longer whether the Eye is cursed.

The question is whether anyone who touches it can walk away clean.