The jungle calls to Jack Tarzan like a memory his blood cannot forget. Raised in the gray streets of London by his aristocratic mother, the son of the Ape Man carries a wildness he cannot name, a language only the great apes once spoke. When his father's old enemy Alexis Paulvitch lures him into the African interior with murder in his heart, Jack discovers that the civilized world has taught him nothing about survival in the world where his father was king. But Jack is not the child Paulvitch expects. Beneath the veneer of English manners lies his father's instinct, sharpened by youth and fury. He makes war upon the beasts and men who would destroy him, earns the name Korak the Killer among the great apes, and finds a kindred spirit in Meriem, a young woman of the wilds as displaced as he. This is adventure fiction at its pulpy, joyful heart: narrow escapes, brutal fights, and the eternal question of whether blood will out. Yet beneath the action lies something that still resonates a century later: what we are born to, and what we choose to become.
