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 steel 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.

Bobby Nutmeg is the sort of character you don’t forget after you’ve shared a room, a drink, or even a rumour with him. A self-made nightlife kingpin with a taste for sharp suits and even sharper deals, he built his reputation in the shadows between London’s financial district and its late‑night underbelly. Where others saw risk, Bobby saw leverage, turning failing venues into packed goldmines and back‑room whispers into carefully choreographed hype.

Visually, he’s impossible to miss: diamond‑capped grin courtesy of a custom grill, wrists usually weighted with precious metal, and an instinctive command of any space he walks into. But beneath the flash lies a strategist. Bobby has a gift for reading people in seconds, spotting weakness, hunger, ambition, and aligning their desires with his own plans. That same ability has seen him evolve from club operator to architect of experiences, curating high‑stakes gatherings where the guest list is as carefully engineered as the lighting and the soundtrack.

What makes Bobby fascinating isn’t just his success, but his philosophy. He believes in calculated excess: every party has a purpose, every indulgence a hidden metric. To him, nights out are not just hedonistic blurs but data points in a larger story about power, guilt, and what people do when they think no one is keeping score. In a world obsessed with appearances, Bobby Nutmeg is the man quietly pulling focus, setting the stage, pouring the drinks, and making sure you never quite notice how much you’ve given away by the time the lights come up.

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Danny Bunyan

Thamova, Karlin, Prague 8, CZ