Urban Noir Fantasy

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.