Demon Hunting and Tenth Dimensional Physics: Office of Preternatural Affairs

Office of Preternatural Affairs

Toxic Influence

Punching sorcerers, slinging spells, and trying not to get blown up.

All in a day's work for the Office of Preternatural Affairs

Dashiel Rourke was never supposed to join the Office of Preternatural Affairs. He was nothing but a low-rung counterterrorism agent. A cog in the greater FBI machine. But when the poison gas attacks plaguing New York City turn out to be a little more magical than anyone expected...well, desperate times. And once he gets a lungful of that poison, it becomes personal.

Now he's suited up with a magical sidearm, a seven-foot troll for a partner, and a whole lot of questions with not that many answers to go around. One thing he does know? Whoever or whatever is behind this mess, he's not going to stop until he can take them down. Even if that means hanging out with elves and hags for a little while.


But Dash and the rest of the OPA don't know just how deep this goes...or how deadly the endgame is. If you like high-stakes FBI drama and higher stakes magic, check out Toxic Influence today.

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Elemental Disturbance

World-ending poison snake? No problem.
Illegal drugs filtering out of the Hidden Kingdoms? Piece of cake.
Bureaucracy? Even the Office of Preternatural Affairs has limits.

Dashiel Rourke: just another FBI agent, except he happens to work for the Office of Preternatural Affairs. Full-time now, too. Not exactly the career trajectory he'd charted for himself, but about the third time you get poisoned with the same group of people, you’re obligated to stick around. And honestly, Dash couldn't think of anyone he'd rather get poisoned next to.

A series of mysterious, elemental explosions draw Dash and the OPA up to Vermont, and down into an ancient conspiracy so deep it threatens the very balance of the Hidden Kingdoms, and possibly the fate of the Mundane as well. All this, plus the FBI director breathing down their collective necks, watching every move they make. It's a bitter cocktail, and Dash was never much for drinking anyway.

If there's an answer to fix all of this, the OPA needs to find it. Fast. Or else millennia-old fury will break through, and there won't be a dam to hold back the flood.

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