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Chapter One
Glen
"Malachy’s eyes locked on the sliotar as it hurtled towards him through the mizzle, a challenge hanging in the air. He timed his leap just right, thwarted the sliotar mid-flight, snatching it from the heavens with an outstretched arm. Confident catch. With a swift flick of his hurl, he sent it soaring, a white comet against the grey sky. It arched gracefully, defying gravity, before landing in the waiting hands of the centre half-forward, who turned his man with ease. Five quick steps. Keeper on his arse. Goal.
The mob erupted in cheers. In that moment, as Malachy felt the weight of his heritage and the power of the hurl coursing through him, he knew he was where he belonged – on the hallowed ground of the hurling pitch, a modern-day gladiator in a sport as old as the hills themselves. That was last week, wanker."
On the windswept Causeway coast, where the beer’s flat and the dreams run flatter, two childhood sweethearts are forced to reckon with their past—and future.
Shannon Bonner was raised in The Giant’s Arms, her estranged parents' creaky, seaside establishment. Under a mountain of unpaid bills and heartache, she pours herself into a one-woman mission to keep the place afloat.
Glen Donnelly is in freefall. Stuck in a cycle of bad decisions and unending nights out, he’s rescued by a friendly but elusive confidant. She’s sharp and ambitious, enough to make him wonder if there’s life—and purpose—after Shannon.
Set in a small town pub where everyone knows your business and drinks your Guinness, The Giant’s Arms is a riotous, whiskey-soaked tale of first loves, second chances, and how to grow up without losing the plot.