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The betrayals and double plays come from all sides in this historical joyride from hell. 90% of the story takes place in modern-day New York, but dips into the past for some delicious surprises. Earl Calbraw, a wealthy man seeking redemption, has discovered that his most cruel and resourceful enemy is none other than his own son Jacob. With both of them controlling massive fortunes, their personal feud decimates the lives of those in their employ. Jacob wants the truth from twelve years ago; regarding the disappearance of his mother, while his father pursues the forgiveness of a world scarred by the greed of his ambition. Each man is mindlessly caught up in the passion of the game, having at one another with ferocity and cunning. In the throes of their hatred, another enemy is born, discerning and ruthless, inspired unto their destruction... "Lord have mercy; you say? If you have not tasted the wrath of your lord, then how can you beg for his mercy?" -Thretch.
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Product details

  • Paperback | 608 pages
  • 152.4 x 228.6 x 34.8mm | 1,002.43g
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 150750649X
  • 9781507506493

About Travis Adams Irish

I'd rather not bore you with the typical biography. I was born...I got older and uglier. My most significant struggles have had to do with occasional battles against madness, and the diligence that it takes to remain grounded in a sometimes shockingly callous society. At age nineteen, I ventured out into the world; a troubled young man with obsessive-compulsive habits, a wrath of god temper, and a skewed sense of judgment, completely devoid of objectivity. It goes without saying that the world had to give me a fairly rough beating to help me find my more humble roots. At age twenty-one, I broke both of my hands within six months due to outbursts of anger. It wasn't until I became estranged from my family that this temper began to subside. During that same time in my life, I liked to binge drink, and sometimes found myself in odd situations. I left a party one night...forgetting that I was still wearing a toga. At another party, I sat down on a fish tank that belonged to someone with whom I wasn't personally acquainted. Another night I found myself driving at 110 miles an hour on the highway at 1:30 am, screaming, "There are no [insert expletive here] cops in this town!" I can literally watch the joker sticking his head out the window in a scene from the film The Dark Knight, and say, "I remember what that feels like." While these are not shining staples in my history, I did promise you honesty, and that is what I have delivered. As for my writing, I have spent many late nights bleeding my pain into thousands of pages. Sometimes the pen is almost an extension of the veins in your arms, and you simply inject every horrifying, lonely moment into that otherwise blank, white background. You then find yourself reading an editorial review which states that your work was disturbing and cruel, and have to ask yourself if it was that bad...when you experienced it in real life. Although there are some dark shadows in my past, they are not beyond repair, and I feel fortunate that people are willing to give me the opportunity to entertain them. I suppose that for an artist there is nothing greater than knowing that your work hit the mark - except perhaps, that it changed the life of some poor soul. If that can happen, even one time, then all of those hundreds of hours at the keyboard were well worth the effort. Best, -Irish.
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