Danny Bunyan

BIO

Having lived and worked all over the world as an IT project contractor, Prague, Czech Republic, has always been my true home. I arrived here in 1996 as a young lad and have been lucky enough to watch the country and its people grow alongside myself. My journeys took me far and wide—through bustling cities, quiet villages, and back to my homeland—where inspiration struck like lightning. The island of Chow Island was born from these travels, from laughs shared with friends visiting from near and far, and from the vivid tapestry of real people who live in these stories. The characters you’ll find in Chow Island are rooted in reality, and they will continue to evolve across the next books in the series. Now, well past my prime, I gather all these threads together and invite you to discover Chow Island.

Welcome to Chow Island 

So they built Chow Island, a delirious utopia shimmering at the edge of the known world. An empire of indulgence rising from sapphire seas, crowned with palaces of glass and spice, and lit by constellations of pleasure. The island promised what no continent could: four-star Michelin dining, boutiques to shame Rodeo Drive, and a pleasure park so vast and dazzling it eclipsed every wonder ever made by human hands.

The rich, the famous, the dictators, and the thieves arrived together aboard the Madame Chow,a floating palace of lies wrapped in gold. Its chandeliers glittered, its orchestras soared, and its decks overflowed with champagne and anticipation. None aboard suspected the ship’s true purpose: to lull its passengers into surrender. As the waves parted before them, they sailed not toward paradise, but into the illusion designed to perfect their desire. Each guest left something invisible at the gates, conscience, memory, soul and entered a world tuned to their deepest appetites.

Beneath the champagne and spectacle, the Syndicate’s true vision unfurled. Chow Island was no mere playground but an engine of moral transmutation. Its entertainments captured and distilled sin itself, refining human desire into something blindingly pure: the Lozenge, a confection whispered to have saved the world. Few who tasted its sweetness ever imagined it was made from the darkness they abandoned at the door.