Post impact horror · Alien infection · Apocalyptic transformation
The Sporefall Saga
Book One · The day the spores began to fall
A two kilometer asteroid was supposed to end the world in a single moment. The real catastrophe arrives in the rain that follows.
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When the rock hits the South Pacific, humanity braces for tsunamis, dust veils, and a new ice age. Instead, ash clouds carry something smaller and far more patient. Microscopic metallic spores drift into the jet stream, riding storm fronts across every continent. The world prepared for the wrong disaster.
About Book One
In California, NASA scientists track the spore plume as it spreads, cataloguing wind patterns and impact models, certain that data can still save the day. Then the first rashes appear, fractal patterns of dark metallic threads spiraling under the skin. One by one, members of the team go quiet, absorbed into something they can no longer fully describe.
Across the ocean, a second group in England watches the numbers roll in. They can measure extinction down to the hour. They can see the infection front racing toward them on satellite maps. They can do nothing to stop it. Their work shifts from prevention to confession, scrambling to leave a record behind for whoever or whatever comes next.
The spores do not kill on contact. They rewrite. Victims do not all become the same thing. Each infection follows one of three paths, guided by personality, by trauma, by the parts of us we cling to when everything else is stripped away.
Some become gentle Heralds, soft voiced figures who move through the chaos, soothing the panicked, holding hands at hospital beds, promising that the pain means something. Some become Architects, silent and relentless, building structures of unknown purpose from glass, metal, and living tissue. Others become Reapers, predatory hunters who move with impossible grace, protecting the new order from anything that refuses to bend.
Families fracture along those lines. Friends find themselves looking into the eyes of someone who remembers every shared joke and still reaches for them with hands no longer entirely human. Survival stops being a simple choice between life and death and becomes a question of what you are willing to surrender in order to keep breathing.
“The impact killed a few million in an instant. The spores were kinder. They asked permission first. They did not care whether we said yes.”
The Sporefall Saga is a story of beauty and horror, of a planet slowly covered in impossible architecture, of people who refuse to let go of each other even as their bodies, minds, and loyalties are rewritten. It keeps asking a single question that has no safe answer. Is it better to die human, or live forever as something else.