The Fall of Detroit

And now for a taste from far outside the wall of Chrysalis, back when the walls were still on the rise and the world was already making ready to evict humanity.

The Fall of Detroit

I am curled

in the corner.

A blown wrapper, hiding

in an ice box

apartment.

Please, Patronize me.

After much fussing, hemming and hawing about the topic, Chrysalis Falls now has a Patreon campaign active! If you're so inclined to help continue funding weird serial fiction, head on over. And as the dashingly handsome man in the video will tell you, we'll even be bringing weirdos from outside the borders of Chrysalis to come and play... as long as we have your support. After all, Chrysalis Falls has never existed in a vacuum. It's only ever been made possible by you. I hope to provide you the kind of oddities that you never knew you cared to have in your life, and the closer I can get to making that my full time job, the happier I am. And it's you that makes it happen.

Thank you for that.

Wither The Vain: Part 2 of The Tower

Stationary, Eyewear, and Scaly Things, Going Up

Some people must request before they’re born to have their balls dipped in liquid steel. Because that’s the only way I can really see someone being stupid enough to get in our way after seeing the thrashing I give someone. He was still standing there on the sixth floor though, smiling with all the beaming audacity of the sun at us.

“Glad to see you made it father. Wither, Seth, Christoph, hello to you as well.”

“Hello Pox. Guessed you’d be here. Why?”

“Why? You mean, other than to legitimize my work and gain a modicum of protection against you barbarians? How about the fact that father threatened my children when last we met. Still so smug now Victory?”

I snorted.

The Gates Are Back OPEN!

It's been a long time worms and germs, but Chrysalis Falls is opening its gates again. As a special call to action, we're offering the 1st ebook collections of both The Boy Named Nod and The Pallbearer free on Kindle through Friday! So go get free stuff, I know you want to, then come on back and get caught up. We've got a wild ride to go on.


The Sons of Adam: The Boy Named Nod - Collection 1

"Someone knew we were coming.

More than that, someone was using us to do their own job.

"Mr. Jonathan, get out here, double time. We're leaving."

"Already? But, you see, she's scared and a gentleman would..."

"I don't give a damn. Something's out of place and I won't be a sitting target."

Mr. Jonathan sauntered out of the back room, still buttoning his shirt. His eyes met mine and he snarled. His lip curled up, white teeth gleaming. His nostrils flared. Mr. Jonathan slid one of his straight razors from his pant's pocket and took a step towards me. He spun on that foot, ducking low, just in time to miss our waitress swinging at him with a fire axe. He brought the razor up and across her hickeyed throat. Her throat smiled red, a crimson water fountain. Mr. Jonathan was already spinning to the side beneath the spray of blood. He grabbed her by the back of the head and flung her back into the stockroom."

Rate of Decay: The Pallbearer - Collection 1

"The music started again. Different this time. More upbeat. Showy.

And something started through the breach.

"Jesus Neil, they're clowns."

Packs of them, claws scraping the ground, mouths overflowing with teeth. Painted white with cotton candy pink and blue polka dots. Naked. Snarling. Spittle-flecking their cheeks. Another fine product of The Black Symphony's hackwork bioengineering program. I pulled St. George from its holster on my back."