Jake came to Japan because he had a feeling it was where he was supposed to be in life. But the daily routine lacked any real satisfaction. His only source of excitement was Salsa dancing. That was, until he met Kenneth. Kenneth, a pixie operating undercover to find magical humans, had more excitement than he wanted in life. His job kept him busy, and his only relaxation was when he went Salsa dancing. Meeting Jake made his already cramped schedule even busier. Kenneth tries his best to keep Jake's magical potential hidden, even from Jake himself. All while still doing his job. Jake thinks he's just found a new friend, but he gradually feels as though something might be off. When Jake discovers his powers, the two are forced to deal with their separate lives becoming more intertwined. Kenneth is desperate to keep Jake under control. Jake desires to break free and understand this new world. Will either get what they want?

Varner brings together a medley of stories, myths, and folklore, sharing a fascination and respect for humankind''s early and contemporary cultures and wondering at similarities across the board. Here, he focuses on Little People and giants, animals and were-creatures, and the odd, helpful or threatening ways imputed to our earthly companions including dogs and cats, bats and spiders, and the stories people have told each other about them since time immemorial.

Elliot thought Goblins were scary—until he gets caught in a fight between the Fairies and a Pixie Princess An entire floor of St. Phobics Hospital for Really Scared Children has been set aside just for readers of this book. You may wish to take a minute before you start reading and reserve yourself a bed there. As you read, you may begin to understand myctophobia (mic-tofo-be-a), or the fear of darkness. However, do not expect this book to help you with arachibutyrophobia (a-rak-i-something-be-a), the fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of your mouth. If you can't get yourself to St. Phobics, then get every lamp, flashlight, and lantern you can find and drag them into your bedroom. Turn them all on. You'll need them until you're certain there is nothing lurking in the dark. At least, that's what Elliot wishes he had done.

CHAPTER I. THE PIXIES’ PARLOUR Phoebe Lyddon frowned, and, as an instant protest, twin dimples peeped into life at the left corner of her bonny mouth. In regarding that attractive ripple the down-drawn eyebrows were forgotten until they rose again into their natural arches. A sweet, childish contour of face chimed with her expression; her full lips were bright as the bunch of ripe wood-strawberries at the breast of her cotton gown; her eyes as grey as Dartmoor mists; while, for the rest, a little round chin, a small, straight nose, and a high forehead, which Phoebe mourned and kept carefully concealed under masses of curly brown hair, were the sole features to be specially noted about her. She was a trifle below the standard of height proper to a girl of nineteen, but all compact, of soft, rounded lines, plump, fresh of colour, healthy, happy, sweet as a ripe apple. From a position upon swelling hillsides above the valley of a river, she scanned the scene beneath, made small her eyes to focus the distance, and so pursued a survey of meadow and woodland, yet without seeing what she sought. Beneath and beyond, separated from her standpoint by grasslands and a hedge of hazel, tangled thickets of blackthorn, of bracken, and of briar sank to the valley bottom. Therein wound tinkling Teign through the gorges of Fingle to the sea; and above it, where the land climbed upward on the other side, spread the Park of Whiddou, with expanses of sweet, stone-scattered herbage, with tracts of deep fern, coverts of oak, and occasional habitations for the deer.

It has been said since ancient times that Dartmoor is the haunt of the Pixies. In this volume you will find 6 illustrated children’s stories, told in full, about the Pixies of Dartmoor which go some way to explaining who the Pixies are and what they get up to when young heads start to rest heavily on pillows and the Sandman is about spreading his sleep dust. These are the 6 most popular tales about Pixies which are being told in Cornwall and Devon to this day. They Are: Pixy Gathon; or, The Tailor's Needle The Three Trials; or, The Story of Crabby Cross The Seven Crosses of Tiverton; or, The Story of Pixy Picket Fontina; or, The Pixies' Bath The Lady of The Silver Bell The Belfry Rock; or, The Pixies' Revenge But why did they choose Dartmoor? In this most pleasant part of England, there are many hills and rivers, with plenty of woods, and fields, hedgerows, birds, and flowers - and a large tract of country called Dartmoor, where the hills are so high that some of them are like mountains, with a number of beautiful sparkling streams and waterfalls, and a great many rocks, some standing alone, and others piled on the top of the heights in such odd ways, that they look like the ruins of castles and towers built by the giants in the olden time - these are called Tors. They are so lofty that the clouds often hang upon them and hide their heads. And what with its being so large and lonely, and having very few trees, except in one or two spots near a river, Dartmoor is altogether, though a wild, a very grand place. In short it is the ideal place for Pixies to take up residence. Many a Pixy is sent out at night on works of mischief to deceive the old nurses and steal away young children, or to do them harm. This is noticed' poet Ben Jonson who wrote:-- "Under a cradle I did creep By day, and, when the childe was asleep At night, I suck'd the breath, and rose And pluck'd the nodding nurse by the nose." Many Pixies are solely bent on mischief and are sent forth to lead poor travellers a fine dance when trudging home through woods, water, bogs and quagmires. If ever you are there late at night, beware of the light from the Will-o-the Wisp, for it may be a mischievous Pixie intent on having fun at your expense. Not many have really seen a Pixie house. It is often said to be in a rock; sometimes, however, a mole hill is a palace for the elves, or a hollow nut cracked by the "joiner squirrel," will contain the majesty of Pixy-land. Drayton describes their royal dwellings thus: "The walls of spiders' legs are made, Well morticed and finely laid, He was the master of his trade It curiously that builded; The windows of the eyes of cats, And for a roof, instead of slats, Is covered with the skins of bats, With moonshine that are gilded." And now, young friends, having been told that the wild wastes of Dartmoor, are said to be much haunted by Pixies, proceed to these stories which we trust will afford you some amusement in those hours not devoted to your lessons, or to more serious studies. YESTERDAY'S BOOKS FOR TODAY'S CHARITIES 10% of the net sale from this book will be donated to Charities. ====================== KEYWORDS: fairy tales, folklore, myths, legends, children’s stories, children’s stories, bygone era, fairydom, fairy land, classic stories, children’s bedtime stories, fables, cultural, setting, Dartmoor, Devon, Cornwall, Pixies, Piskies, Tors, rocks, valleys, streams, nooks, crannies, Pixy Gathon, Tailor, Needle, Three Trials, Crabby Cross, Seven Crosses of Tiverton, Story of Pixy Picket, Fontina, Pixies' Bath, Lady, Silver Bell, Belfry Rock; Pixies' Revenge, mischievous, naughty, royal dwelling, Pixie-land, Drayton, Ben Jonson, peep at the pixies,