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 Pork Lozenge
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."
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.
An Introduction
"The world didn't end with a bang or a whimper. It began with a mistake, a suitcase, and a taste that humanity didn't know it was starving for."
Seeking feedback on the pacing, the "industrial-magic" atmosphere, and the transition of characters from men into legends. Does the orange glow pull you in?
Share Your ThoughtsBefore the global "Orange Exodus," before the twelve thousand were summoned, and before the world learned to breathe in the scent of maple-cured bacon and synthetic salvation, there was only The Syndicate.
This is the untold story of the island's inception. It begins three thousand miles away from the neon glow of Rodeo Drive, in a rain-slicked, forgotten fishing village where a catastrophic error in judgment birthed a miracle. You are about to witness the moment the first drop of Sovereign Matter met the air.
You will walk the glass piers of Chow Island as they rise from the sea like translucent webbing. You will feel the heat of the Pork Works as Matt O'Drizzle perfects the "Bull-Rear" alchemy, and stand beside Spiner in a 600-meter golden elevator as he plots the downfall of the world's most predatory elite.
"But as the Syndicate builds its cathedral of orange light, they learn a hard truth: the island is not just a tool. It is a sentient, hungry partner."
Welcome to the beginning of the end.
Prague, 600m Glass Tower
Watching the orange horizon
Danny Bunyan
Danny Bunyan is the Syndicate's resident creative muse, currently shacked up at the dizzying peak of a 600m glass tower in Prague. From this pressurized sanctuary, he translates his "true-life adventures" into the high-torque pages of the Chow Island series.
A survivor of the Manchester streets, just like the rest of the Syndicate brotherhood, Danny has traded the smell of generic whiskey and soggy pastry for the "Industrial Divinity" of the Atlantic's most exclusive pantry. He is dedicated to documenting every "Intake," "Audit," and "Extraction" with the clinical precision of a man who knows exactly what's in the meat.
When he isn't polishing his prose (or his Golden Spoon), he's watching the horizon for that tell-tale orange glow.
His Advice to Prospective Guests
"Stay hungry, stay loyal, and for heaven's sake, don't be a sinner."
What Readers Are Saying
Early readers of the Chow Island series — from the prequel to the main novel.
"Chow Island hit me like a freight train. The Syndicate feels real — like lads I grew up with. Danny writes with the kind of dark wit that makes you laugh and then feel guilty about it."
Marcus T.
Manchester
"The world-building is unlike anything I've read. It's dystopian but grounded — you can smell the rain on the Manchester streets. The orange glow motif is haunting. I need the sequel now."
Siobhan R.
Dublin
"Spiner, Yarna, and Dathe are the most compelling anti-heroes I've encountered in years. The prose is sharp, the humour is pitch-black, and the moral stakes are genuinely unsettling."
Joel K.
London
"I wasn't sure what to expect but I was hooked from the first chapter. The Brooklands Tap scene is cinematic. Danny has a voice that's completely his own — raw, funny, and oddly poetic."
Priya M.
Birmingham
"This is the kind of fiction that makes you want to call your mates and read passages aloud. The blood-oath scene in the pub is already legendary in my circle. Absolutely essential reading."
Callum D.
Glasgow
Based on early reader feedback from the Chow Island prequel and advance copies of the main novel.
The trap is set.
Are you hungry?
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