Picture the hero, a Transylvanian vampire, subsisting on a regular liquid diet of single malt whisky. Add to the cocktail mix a temperamental Tantrika going by the name of Sinistra, for a wife, a precocious water sprite called Koral, a vetal, Devlin and an unusual psychic, Mesmeralda, for the trio of precocious wizard children, an irascible and vinegary mother termed Hilda, the Hag, and an excitable and fiery Himalayan sadhu for a father-in-law. Put in an oddball mixture of ghosts, ghouls, spirits, sorcerers, ogres and mummies. Add spice to taste with a bit of incorrigible humour and lots of droll excitement and give it a good shake. Viola!—You have The Potion of Eternity. Described as a hilarious haunting, this tale by Sonja Chandrachud is a wildly comical saga of high adventure. There are signs of serious trouble brewing in the sorcery world. Count Drunkula Von D’eth is the not-so secret agent and general troubleshooter a la James Bond, for the ubiquitous magical bureaucracy, Wizard Organization Worldwide (WOW), headed by none other than the Ancient One—Nostra Daemus, a 317 year old premier among druids.
At counterpoint is the Supreme One, the phantom leader of the all-powerful Black Magi, who seem to hold the aces. The mystical ‘Potion of Eternity’, seemingly far more potent than Mandrake Milkshake, Venom Vodka and Rattlesnake Rum, has been contaminated. And the task is to concoct the Antidote and cauldron a fresh lot of the Potion. For this stupendous undertaking, the Count and his family have to move halfway across the world, leaving behind the Grand Souk of Istanbul for the rural idylls of Kansas, the sunflower state in the United States of America.