Scenes From Antropolis
Somewhere on a west coast that doesn’t exist, there’s a city called Antropolis. That city has been the setting for many of my prose works, and exists within all of them even when they don’t happen within its city limits. There’s a second Antropolis within that one, though. A fictionalized version of a fictional city, known to its citizens through a series of comics and novels (and, presumably, cable network cartoons), that shows a parallel version of the metropolis inhabited by a dizzying array of people.
It’s a world where anything that could be alive probably is, things that can’t be alive might be, and where your household appliance could also be your best friend. It’s a world of mammals, avians, fish, vampires, gargoyles, rockmen, composites, statuaries, ragdolls, federal agents, and more yet.
And this is a glimpse into that Antropolis. it’s the world I created for the adventures of ChickenBones, and which I don’t suspect I will ever tire of visiting.
The elusive butterfly has just tiptoed past my door