D R Summers

The Potion Maker D R Summers

The establishment; me - we don't get along. Surprising really. Research chemist - responsible profession, worthy goals, a value to society? But, to quote my beloved ex, I'm a dick. No surprise, then, that the dark establishment and me were a match made in 'Heaven'. And the consequences of all this philosophical BS? You help someone - there's a price. Help another and the price skyrockets. And all because of a bunch of head-banging protons and neutrons - source of substances both fair and foul. Oh, and the dope judged most likely to successfully conjure up whatever the boss man fancies... The Potion Maker.