The Case of the Toxic Spell Dump
HE'S NO HERO
David Fisher, an EPA (Environmental Perfection Agency) bureaucrat, was
not the stuff of which heroes are made. At least he hoped not. All he
wanted was a good life with a good wife, and a chance to do his bit for
society reviewing magical impact statements (like the one that assesses
the effect on local non-life resulting from the introduction of
leprechauns into Southern California, for example) and ensuring that
various manufacturers of magical devices did not intentionally or
otherwise foul the environment with the sorcerous by-products of their
trade. Indeed it would be hard to imagine a more regular and down to
earth soul than that of David Fisher of the EPA. No hero he!
Then one day David received a call from Washington to investigate a
certain Toxic Spell Dump, and suddenly he is up to his neck in
skullduggery and magic most foul. Some ancient deity, it seems, is
attempting to reopen for business in the L.A. Basin, complete with human sacrifice (open up their hearts and let the sun shine in!) and the
destruction of Western Civilization. All that stands in the way is David Fisher – and he's no hero.
Until he has to be.
