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A.J. Kirby has lived in Leeds longer than he has lived anywhere else. The city got its hooks into him when he studied English at the university, and he's been unable to escape its clutches ever since. He began writing seriously following an appearance on a TV quiz show hosted by Les Dennis. Despite being told the answers prior to the show, Andy still managed to grab defeat from the jaws of victory and walked away with nothing. Ever since, he has been trying to prove he is not a complete imbecile, one book at a time. And thankfully, he's been recognised with regular appearances (and competition wins) at Yorkshire literary festivals, some high-profile publications (of both short fiction and full-length works), and he has also been short-listed for The Guardian's Not the Booker Prize. The Lost Boys of Prometheus City is his tenth novel.
We lived life closer to the sun than most. Sometimes we got blinded by it. We lived the high life. By day, we worked on the top floor of One City Square; by night, the top floors of clubs. Then back to bed at our penthouses.
Neal Grace, Carl Sharp and Adam Warshawski are A-list. They’re young, handsome and rich and go to all the best parties. Women want to bed them; men want their phone numbers. They are the face of brash, post-millennium Leeds, a city which is itself on its uppers.
But one false move is all it takes for these three ‘young princes’ of Leeds to tumble off their pedestal. After they instigate an incident of shocking violence against two definite Z-listers, their lives spin into a terrifying downward spiral.
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