We'll Meet Again

Written with what the New York Times has called, “Mr. Bull’s spirited, sensuous, hotblooded evocation of a rich and eventful historical world,” Bartle Bull’s We’ll Meet Again is a powerful romantic novel set in Egypt and Jugoslavia during World War II.


It is 1942, and the American and British armies are landing in North Africa to fight the German army led by General Erwin Rommel. Underground resistance to German occupation is rising across Europe. In Jugoslavia, Communist and royalist resistance movements are fighting both the Germans and each other. American and British agents are parachuting into Jugoslavia from Egypt to assist them.


Anton Rider, the safari hunter featured in Bull’s celebrated novels The White Rhino Hotel, A Café on the Nile and The Devil’s Oasis, is dispatched to Jugoslavia to kill a brutal fascist commander and attack a Nazi concentration camp where Gypsies and others are being murdered. Raised as a boy by Gypsies in England, Anton is injured while parachuting into the mountains of Jugoslavia with an American agent who becomes his mortal enemy.


Meanwhile, Rider’s son is wounded fighting Rommel’s forces in North Africa, and Anton’s beloved wife Gwenn, from whom he is separated, is having an affair in Cairo with a treacherous English officer. There the mysterious dwarf, Olivio Alavedo, is at the center of intrigue and fights to protect his absent friend, Anton Rider.


After romantic and military adventures in Jugoslavia, Anton returns to Egypt, where he confronts his enemies and seeks to recover the lady he loves.


As Forbes magazine wrote about The White Rhino Hotel, “A genuine epic centered in Africa by a writer who knows how to write, who knows his terrain intimately, who knows his characters and who knows how to spin a good yarn.”


Praise for Bartle Bull's

Anton Rider Series


The White Rhino Hotel


“The truest picture of colonial Kenya, circa 1918-1921, that you’re likely to find…. Compared with Ernest Hemingway and Robert Ruark…Bull’s knowledge of East Africa… is profound.” —Washington Post


“A wing-ding adventure story…. The kind of book that creates one of the elemental delights of fiction- a complete other world where, unlike our own, all the parts add up to something…. Everything comes together with a satisfying bang.” —Boston Globe


“A genuine epic centered in Africa by a writer who knows how to write, who knows his terrain intimately, who knows how to paint his characters convincingly and who knows how to spin a good yarn.” —Forbes Magazine


“Adventure, suspense, love…. Rich with action, good guys, bad guys, betrayal, revenge, and a vast knowledge of East Africa.” —San Antonio Express News


A Café on the Nile


“You finish this book appreciative of Mr. Bull’s spirited, sensuous, hot-blooded evocation of a rich and eventful historical world.” —Richard Bernstein, The New York Times, regarding A Cafe on the Nile


“Bartle Bull’s novel is chock full of fine ingredients: a cupful of Casablanca, a dollop of Isak Dinesen, a pinch of Indiana Jones and a touch of Tender is the Night. Bull enriches the mix with a white-hot plot and genuinely dashing writing. In short, A Café on the Nile is one truly excellent adventure.” —USA Today


“Bull writes with the confidence of a man who knows his territory and portrays a time and place that will soon be lost from memory…. Compelling…epic adventure.” —Denver Rocky Mountain News


The Devil’s Oasis


“Romantic and eventful…a satisfying dose of wartime action, private revenge, and seething passion. The Devil’s Oasis bears the imaginative stamp of Mr. Bull’s previous novels… Their intricate plotting, their lusty sense of character and their geographic and linguistic authenticity… Nonstop action, eroticism and intrigue.” —Richard Bernstein, New York Times


“A World War II page turner that’s part Masterpiece Theatre, part Raiders of the Lost Ark, part Casablanca.” —Washington Post


“This smoky, boozy, café society buzzes with the intrigues of complex personal alliances as World War II comes to North Africa… scrupulously researched.” —Philadelphia Enquirer