Here's the first book of Marvin, a cigar-smoking, hard drinking, time-traveling rascal of a pixie with the moral standards of a rabbit in heat. He's been sentenced by the Pixie King to aid people who the king wants helped. Marvin is a conscripted agent who completes his assignments wit the help of his magic snot and a large red fairly named Grandma. At best, he's not always that helpful. At worst, well, let's just say that you wouldn't want to meet him at his worst. I started writing these stories ten years ago. I considered including Marvin's stories in some of my earlier book collections, but Marvin insisted that if he didn't get his own damn book, things would go badly for me. I told him I'd think about it. That day the milk went sour, pigeons moved onto my roof, and my sprinkler system turned itself on whenever I went into the yard. i promised Marvin his own book. Here it is. These are his adventures as told by the people he was assigned to help. If there's anything spelled wrong or even if the stories contradict each other sometimes, in my defense, the little snot-nosed bastard looked over my shoulder the entire time and he never shut up. Okay, Marvin, you little blackmailer, you got what you wanted. How about you quit hacking my cellphone?