Urban Noir Fantasy

A fire-breathing preacher and a pair of police officers all have something grisly in common; they're the latest victims in a series of bizarre ritualistic murders. The police think that the killings are the work of the local street gang, The Lobos, who pattern their organization as if they are a real wolf pack. But a down-on-his-luck teacher suspects that the killings may be the work of the Reuzenwolf, a species of werewolves that his grandfather used to talk about in the old country.

Promises, rules, bones; Erin Banks will break them all. Unscrupulous and lethal, Erin has everything she needs to be an assassin in a world full of mobsters, monsters, and magic. She wasn’t born with powers, but thanks to her Uncanny Ink - arcane tattoos that transform her body into a magic-fueled killing machine - she’s more than a match for anyone dumb enough to stand between her and getting paid. Fresh out of prison, Erin wastes no time getting back to what she does best: running down wanted men and claiming their bounties.

He woke up in a cave with no memory and smelling of sulfur. All he knows is that his name is Christopher and that he can see monsters. Now he's caught between humanity and the creatures of the night while he tries to find answers to the mysteries of his own past.

Lucius Anoraq is getting paid to follow the mysterious and lovely canary, Sheila De Havilland. And wherever the canary goes, trouble seems to follow. Anoraq’s happy to do as he’s told, all in the name of chivalry. But one dead body later, and what started out as a lazy afternoon’s snooping soon becomes a deadly cocktail of blackmail, lies, mistaken identity, and murder.

It was a typical February night in 1951 when she stepped into one of Nashville’s many dives and into my life. The blonde asked for my story, wanting to know what had me drinking. She had no idea it was the same thing that had me working at nights, hunting down the monsters that stalk the back alleys of my city. Back in ’31, the job was just supposed to be another bank heist - in, then out, then we'd be rich. But along with the money, we found that cursed ruby, and nothing was the same again.

Welcome to the first Kurt Lobo Casefile. Welcome to the Endless, Sprawling, Neon City beneath the broken EverNight. Welcome to the life of WolfSpliced Detective Kurt Lobo. There are many, many cases before the events of Kneel Downe’s first book Virulentblurb: Fractures. Here is just one of them…A damaged serial killer is stalking the city streets. Bodies left at random. Ritualistic in their method. Brutal. Can Detective Lobo find the JackPort Killer before events get too close?

Jon Gilligan is the only man with a pulse in a city of the undead. It's his job to maintain order between the factions of walking corpses and disembodied spirits. The workload has been driving him a little insane, leading him to take on the persona of a noir detective. He narrates his adventures, casting himself as a hero to all those under his watch.

When a doctor tells you that you are ripe for the scythe, you begin to wonder about the harvest. And so began my contract with death itself. A contract that's led to a legendary healing artifact. An artifact that can give immortality. But immortality is a prize that destroys the winner.