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Rhys Llywelyn wants a quiet life. He wants to pay the rent on his damp flat, keep his bike running, and drink enough tea to survive the Welsh rain. He did not agree to act as a battery for a ghost.

When his toaster starts making breakfast on its own and the hallway lights begin tapping out messages, Rhys realises his crumbling Victorian building has acquired a tenant he never agreed to.

Delyth Pugh died in an electrical fire fifty years ago. She was a 1970s activist, loud, bored, and still furious about unfinished business. Now she is treating the local power grid like her personal playground. She is not just haunting the flat. She is haunting the copper, and Rhys is the only thing keeping her tied to the world.

Delyth is not supposed to exist.

When the Morrígan Department notices the mistake and sends a spectral hound and a wren with a clipboard to deal with it, Rhys has to choose between following the rules or protecting the ghost who depends on him.

If he gets it wrong, the town loses its power and Delyth loses everything and Rhys still has to finish his flower deliveries before lunch.

A cosy fantasy set in modern Wales, where magic leaks into ordinary life and compassion proves harder to file than paperwork.

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Gareth Ellis is forty-four years old, works in the Aberystwyth housing office, and just wants to eat his chips in peace. But a wet Wednesday on the promenade goes wrong when a spectral corgi interrupts his dinner with a nip to the ankle.

Gareth has been accidentally inducted into the Morrígan Department, the civil service of the afterlife. Now the urge to organise has got its hooks in him. He’s alphabetising his girlfriend’s spices, colour-coding the recycling, and he can smell a misfiled housing application from three streets away.

With the help of Quill, a talking wren, and a pack of legendary hounds, Gareth must balance his day job with his new night shift. By day, he clears council backlogs. By the light of the full moon, he transforms into a Springer Spaniel to hunt down lost souls and administrative errors that threaten to unravel reality.

Gareth used to feel like he was sleepwalking through life. Now, with a salary that beats the Prime Minister’s and a dental plan that covers fangs, he might finally have found his purpose.