Tim Desmond was just a normal, inner-city high school kid with a crush and single mom until his family banshee, Teleri, appeared one day, singing portents of his untimely demise. After a lot of confusion, and a short time as a frog, he learned that all the mythological creatures of the Old World had traveled to America along with the humans, only to be banished by the increasingly science-oriented world to the Leeside, a sort of limbo realm connected with our own reality. This was all well and good, sort of, until the day that the smallest of the creatures, a tiny sprite, discovered a hole leading to the back of a delicatessen in Brooklyn. Soon that hole had stretched, and stretched, and ssstttrrreeetttccchhheeeddd, allowing all of the mostly benign house-hold spirits passage into the Real World.

Somehow, the spirits took a liking to Tim, and he was crowned the Grand and Puissant Champion of the Fey, and chosen to head-up the house-spirit location project, to reintergrate them into modern society. It wasn't easy, but Tim did well enough, and everything pretty much settled in to something vaguely resembling normality.

Until the monsters started coming through, and stretched the hole even further. And then the gods returned.

This story takes place sometime after the third book, Unicorn U. I've taken the liberty of allowing for a bit of a tourist trade, wherein some creatures from the Leeside can vacation in certain spots in the Real World, resulting in Tim and his buddies running into Buffy and her Scoobies, on a cool, clear day in March, in North of Ireland.

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