Third Generation

About the Book

The first novel from Australian author, David John Lloyd: the ÔThird GenerationÕ tells the story of a battling young man, James Willard. After JamesÕ twin brother is killed in Iraq, James; grieving and isolated, turns increasingly to drugs and alcohol to cope, until it finally overwhelms him. With the help of family and friends, James manages to pull his life back together and he finds the strength to get on with life, and, for a little while, things look up. James meets and falls in love with a girl. He moves into a house with some University friends and his world opens up to new possibilities. Meanwhile, in the hills of Adelaide, a strange new species of predator has begun expanding territories, taking them into contact with farmyards and human habitation, causing some devastating stock losses. Then the beasts move onto human prey. One night, James passes a stranded man he recognises on the highway on his way home from work. The next day the man is declared missing. Soon after his body is foundÉ eaten. Could James have saved a life? How could he have known what was going to happen? Why is his heart so twisted with guilt and anxiety? Why the morbid fascination with that spot where the man died? And what was that thing he thought he saw? Third Generation. Beware the drop bear!

About the Author

David John Lloyd was born in Balaklava, South Australia in 1971. From a young age, David discovered that he loved to read and in early primary school, he found that writing was just as much fun. His short stories captured the attention of independent moderators in his matriculation year of high school, a story he relates in the foreword of his first printed work, ‰*÷Mad Man Rambling,‰*ª which was a collection of short stories and poetry written from the ages of fifteen through to thirty. David decided to get serious about his writing soon after his thirtieth birthday having been diagnosed with cyclothymic depression, a condition he bad battled for years. ‰*ÏI never knew it was depression. I just thought I was a morose, morbid little shit. I got tired of feeling like I was nothing. I was thirty and I did not have a thing in my life to be proud of, no accomplishments. I decided I needed to generate my own self worth. That can only be done through hard work.‰** ‰*ÏIt has taken me a long while to get this far. Along the way I‰*ªve gotten married and we have a beautiful little girl, and yet I never let this go, never gave up on it. I just hope that people will like my little stories‰*Ï even if they are morbid and morose.‰** David John Lloyd lists Stephan King, Dean Koontz and Charles Bukowski as his major influences.