The Ward Inspector of Cold Iron Court
An Urban Fantasy Bureaucracy Thriller

About this book:

Caleb Vance doesn't hunt monsters—he audits their housing benefits. As a Ward Inspector for the Department of Supernatural Housing, his weapon is a clipboard, his ammunition is red tape laced with cold iron, and his beat is Cold Iron Court: a crumbling brutalist fortress where three hundred supernatural families, a goblin brass-smelting collective, and a banshee with plumbing issues all wait for the wards to fail.

The building is bleeding magic into the rain-slick concrete. The ley-line tap is clogged with slag, the superintendent is sharpening his claws instead of the boundary salts, and something in the basement has started singing. When a geomancer's illegal siphon leaves a dryad's pelmets vulnerable to poltergeists, Caleb issues violations—but the paperwork won't hold up forty thousand tons of concrete when the structural resonance hits critical. The Ministry wants a condemnation order. The tenants have nowhere to go. And the goblins in the cellar know exactly what the foundations are really sitting on.

*The Ward Inspector of Cold Iron Court* is a bureaucratic fantasy thriller where the fate of London's supernatural underclass hinges on Form 109-C, the timely application of silver filings, and one exhausted civil servant who knows that in this city, the line between order and catastrophe is maintained not by wizards, but by men with wire brushes and the courage to file the paperwork.