Competition No. 03/2016 - The Kupferberg Mining Company

Competition No. 03/2016

Two (2) lucky readers stand the chance to win a copy each of THE KUPFERBERG MINING COMPANY (postage free for Namibia).

To enter this competition, simply e-mail the answer to the question below, to bookbuddynamibia@gmail.com by Friday, 21 October, 2016 before 13:00. Remember to provide your full name and contact particulars in your mail.

Competition Question:
Who wrote the 'The Kupferberg Mining Company'?

(name and surname, please)

Excerpt from The Kupferberg Mining Company:

Some members of government have their own agenda when they request private access to a restricted area in the Namib desert for military exercises.

A community, known by government insiders under the name of the Kupferberg Mining Company only, have existed in secret until now.

While on an excursion to Pelican Bay, Rudolf de Wet notices armed men in the distance. He finds murdered tourists and shots are fired in his direction. The questions are endless... What is going on? Who are these gunmen? What are they so brutally protecting? And most importantly, will he, Rudolf, make it out of this mess alive?

The competition closes on Friday, 21 October, 2016, at 13:00. No extension will be granted. The draw will take place Friday afternoon at 14:00 and the winners will immediately be announced on Twitter and the Facebook page, Book Buddy Namibia. This competition is not open to the author, his immediate family, Book Buddy employees, members and shareholders. The competition is now officially open. For additional information, please contact Anya at Book Buddy Namibia on +264 61 302 711.

GOOD LUCK!

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