WITCHFIRE The vengeance of the witch had to wait, until two of her lovers were reincarnated in the same time. The sensational press called it the Breckland Triangle, the three cornered area of Breckland where in the short space of a few weeks the outbreak of serious fire incidents soared out of all normal proportions. Houses, factories and crashed vehicles burst into infernos of flame. The toll mounted, often from what seemed to be some inexplicable form of internal human combustion. In the skies above the jet fighters from the nearby USAF Air Base pose the constant threat of a major disaster. Is the new and bitterly opposed toxic waste plant somehow responsible, contaminating the air with an invisible poison? Or is there something more sinister, a more ancient force of evil stalking the dark Breckland forests? Perhaps the key to the mystery lies in dreams, in the wild tormented nightmares of a once great monastery sacked by a howling mob, of Satanic orgies at the blood-soaked Druid's Altar, and the curse of a beautiful witch wreathed in flames.