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.

Zara glanced at Rob Tranhead as they stood in the stark command center within Fort Pur. “Rob, how did you even get tangled up with Chow Island? From running a hospitality boat to leading a military force of cybernetic cats, it’s quite the journey.”

Rob gave a wry smile, the contours of his weathered face breaking the tension. “Back in the day, I ran ‘The Hatch of Wisdom,’ a boat on the Sale Canal. Served warm bacon butties, hot drinks, and a shot of Jill’s Tears for those looking for a kick. It was a place where you learned all about handling customers, each with their own quirks and moods.” He gestured to the Lime Cats prowling outside. “Turns out, commanding these feline beasts isn’t all that different. Each one demands respect, some chill, some fierce, but all smart as hell.”

Rachel laughed softly. “So hospitality gave you your military training?”

“In a way,” Rob said. “I’ve known the Syndicate since I was a kid. When they called and asked how I’d like to contribute, I told ’em my dream: manage an army of fierce Lime Cats. It was irresistible. They gave me my shot, and here we are.”

Zara’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully. “And now you’re building a force the world’s never seen, ready to defend or attack at a moment’s notice.”

Rob’s gaze shifted to the cats effortlessly weaving through obstacle courses. “It’s not just about muscle or tech; it’s about trust and knowing their limits. We’re prepared for the storm ahead, but this, this army is family.”

The cats launched into their drills, displaying uncanny balance, speed, and coordination. Claws met steel, eyes flashed cybernetic glints, and the controlled precision was almost hypnotic.

Rachel and Zara exchanged determined looks, realizing the true depth of what Rob had created, a living weapon, as much a part of the Syndicate’s future as any machine or plan. The line between predator and protector blurred beneath the glowing eyes of the Lime Cats, heralding a conflict where loyalty and survival danced on razor’s edge.

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Danny Bunyan

Thamova, Karlin, Prague 8, CZ