The Department of Mystical Oversight does not believe in whimsy. They believe in ledgers, late fees, and ensuring every single spark of magic in the realm is heavily taxed.
Arthur Pendelton is a Level 4 Mana Auditor. He loves the Tax Code, he likes his suits magically starched to a weaponized crispness, and he relies on Barnaby-his highly opinionated, sentient leather briefcase-for moral support. But when Arthur flags a suspicious "Infinite Refill" deduction at a tea shop in the rural backwater of Brambleton, he finds a discrepancy that his enchanted abacus simply cannot reconcile.
Enter Elara Vance, a chaotic baker whose scones are illegally levitating and whose tea shop is secretly laundering enough mana to power a small citadel. As Arthur attempts to serve a warrant amidst runaway sourdough monsters and a town fueled by unregulated joy, he uncovers Brambleton's massive, untaxed secret: an orphanage of magical children anchored by a Great Verdant dragon hiding in the basement.
With the ruthless Senior Auditor Vane marching on the town to liquidate its assets and erase its inhabitants, Arthur is faced with an impossible choice. He must either balance the Ministry's books, or team up with a rebel baker and a grumbling briefcase to pull off the greatest tax fraud in magical history.
The Magic Tax Office is a cozy, hilarious, and heartwarming fantasy about the rigid rules we hide behind, and the beautiful chaos that happens when we finally break them.
