SERIES:
BELONGING TRILOGY
Title: The Feud Book
1
AUTHOR: Grant Harbison
Genre: Thriller
Publisher: WDA
Publishing
Cover Design:
Manuela Cardiga
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BLURB
Religious intolerance and a
struggle for dominion leads to a feud between two rival gangs in Glasgow ’s brutal
inner city.
The
escalating spiral of senseless violence ends in a young man's murder, and the lives of rival gang members, Jimmy Henderson and Liam Malloy change dramatically.
Moving from Scotland to South Africa with their
respective families, both young men find it difficult to adjust to life in
their new country, and soon they are both once again fatally drawn into
the deadly gang-culture...
In a
chance encounter, Jimmy and Liam meet; but Liam's friendly curiosity turns to
hatred when he discovers that Jimmy belonged to the Glasgow gang responsible for his brother’s
death. Plans for revenge result in bitter frustration for Liam, and when
he eventually gets the opportunity to get even with Jimmy, vengeance
breeds tragedy...
Book 1 of
Grant Harbison’s BELONGING TRILOGY takes two Scots boys from the savage
backstreets of Glasgow to sub-tropical Africa where they must learn to face the greatest of
enemies: themselves.
BELONGING
(the feud) portrays the savage heritage of gang mentality and it’s inevitable
bloody outcome. Harbison’s voice is ferocious, savage, and utterly believable.
Something incredible has begun...
ABOUT THE
AUTHOR
Scots-born Grant Harbison lived
the drama of Glasgow
gang-wars as a young man. He clashed with the establishment, and social
conventions all his life. From warring on the streets to warring in South Africa 's
frontier war, Grant Harbison has directed his passion into
his writing. He is now a thoroughly tamed cat-lover who lives with his
lovely wife in South Africa ,
far from the icy cold of his beloved Scotland . He may have dropped the
kilt, but he never dropped his Glaswegian accent. Or his love for his native
city.
CONTACT:
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EXCERPT:
14-year-old Jimmy Henderson picked up his brand new football from the hallway floor of his fourth storey flat and opened the front door."Ah'm away oot, da," he called out to his father."Okay, but jist make sure yer back before nine o'clock. Ye’ve got school the morra, son.”“Awright.”He closed the door behind him, walked over to the lift and pressed the button on the side. When the lift hadn't arrived a few minutes later and he saw that it remained stuck on the tenth floor, he slammed the button repeatedly in frustration.‘Some wee bastards are playin' wi' the button’, he thought to himself angrily. He kicked the door of the lift and then headed for the stairs.The moment he stepped outside the building he was met by a strong wind that almost knocked him off his feet. He pushed back the strands of blond hair that had blown over his eyes and shivered. It was a cold December evening and the sky was as grey as the multi storey flats and run down tenements that surrounded him. He looked around for his friends but none of them were about, and apart from an old drunk who sang his own rendition of Frank Sinatra's ‘My Way’, the place was deserted. He zipped up his blue track suit top, dropped his ball and then dribbled it towards an enclosure that was situated directly in front of him.The enclosure was the place where the local boys played football. It had brick walls around the sides and the back and a wire fence at the front. There was a gate on the far right hand side, but instead of using the gate, Jimmy entered through a large hole in the middle which had been cut in the fence many years ago. He ran with the ball and pretended that he was playing for Rangers, and when he kicked it against the spray painted goalpost on the back wall, he imagined that he'd scored a cup final winner against their bitter rivals, Celtic. After a while he became bored and wondered what was keeping the gang.
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