Set against British Columbia’s Pacific Ring of Fire, The Lost World of Mythoamphibia is a 120,000-word eco-horror novel where a desecrated mine becomes womb and tomb, meth labs double as altars, and every dump of chemical waste is a prayer the Earth finally answers.
Through Brutus and Billy’s unraveling at Kingdom Lake—and through Crown Hyla, Zimeon, and the amphibian nations of Aqua World—the story entwines human addiction, ecological collapse, and mythic consequence. The lake becomes more than setting—it becomes witness, scripture, and judge.
For readers of The Overstory, Annihilation, and The Only Good Indians, this novel fuses ecological horror, mythic cosmology, and intimate body-horror possession at a poisoned lake that refuses to stay silent. Illustrated in original watercolor, it deepens its atmosphere with haunting visual resonance, reframing ecological collapse not as backdrop, but as character—alive, remembering, and responding.
The mine did not just take from the earth—it taught the earth how to answer.
On British Columbia’s Ring of Fire, the abandoned MOTHERLODE Mine infects a desperate meth cook with gelatinous spores—turning his body into a doorway for something ancient that wants out.
Already altered, Brutus and his loyal shadow Billy are drawn to Kingdom Lake in search of a legendary toadstone, waking an amphibian world that remembers every scar—and is ready to answer.
Snapshot
Human story: Brutus, a burned-out meth cook, is infected by the MOTHERLODE Mine’s gelatinous spores before he even understands what’s inside him. The toadstone hunt that follows—dragging his loyal shadow Billy to Kingdom Lake—may not be his idea at all.
Amphibian story: Crown Hyla, matriarch of the Columbian spotted frogs, and her son Zimeon confront polluted water, collapsing habitat, and Brutus himself—who wades into their lake beheading frogs in his hunt for a toadstone—as the shard spreads through water and flesh.
The turn: Spores, entities, and prophecy make evolution behave like memory—pushing back through human flesh, poisoned water, and frog nations alike.
One hundred sixty years of gold fever built the shafts beneath Bralorne, British Columbia; human hands clawed the riches from the rock until Earth herself bled.
There was a time when only the oceans covered the earth. Then Gorf spoke, and the first of the land-movers heeded the call. They crawled forth from the waves, blinking in the harsh light, the first to claim Terra Firma as their own.
The kaleidoscope of vivacious rainbow colors—hemoglobin red, dreamsicle orange, mellow yellow, shamrock green, liberty blue, libido indigo, and blessed violet—had mostly faded, replaced by limp greys, gloomy browns, and oppressive blacks. Where Terra Firma Gorf still showed a pulse, soul-crushing pale overtones and somber, neutral shades had overtaken the once vibrant hues.
Crown Hyla, Matriarch of the Columbia spotted frogs, and Thorander, an Orgon, Lord of the Rogue Colony, sit in quiet calculation—each secretly plotting, planning, and shaping destinies as they gorge on flies.
Childhood trauma has a tendency to shape us, doesn’t it?
Brutus swings the axe, but it’s not just the wood splitting. Each strike is a release, a defiance, a struggle against something far heavier than the blocks beneath him. Behind him, Billy lounges in the sun, unmoving, marinating in something quieter, something unspoken. The lake glows, the air hums with the last warmth of the day—but in Brutus’s hands, the weight lingers, demanding to be broken.
THE BOOK OF DOMINATUS — A THREE-PART CYCLE
BOOK I — The Lost World of Mythoamphibia
The Fall.
BOOK II — Return to the Source
The Origin. (A Prequel)
BOOK III — King Amphibia’s Rise
The Reckoning.
EvØ-Myth™ Thread — fiction where creation learns to care
Creation rebels for its right to survive—through infection, possession, and reclamation of human bodies.
Epoch: Late Anthropocene to a near-extinction future shaped by a single leaking mine and a poisoned lake.
Axis: The water remembers; spore-borne life re-engineers itself inside Brutus and Aqua World, turning desecration into design.
Creation’s lesson: When human appetite corrupts the well of life, evolution answers not as accident, but as memory made flesh—shard, toadstone, and mine-born rot.