Pest Control for Pixies
An Urban Fantasy Mystery

About this book:

Thomas Weaver doesn't chase ghosts—he evicts them. Armed with cold-iron aerosol, a spar-crystal loupe, and an encyclopedic knowledge of fae biology, he runs Apex Environmental Management: the only pest control outfit in Manhattan licensed for glamour removal, pixie infestations, and the occasional rogue hobgoblin in the HVAC. When a penthouse chandelier starts dripping opalescent slime, Weaver expects a routine flush. Instead, he finds a colony of high-rise pixies nesting in a deed written on stolen vellum—a legal anchor for an adverse possession claim that could hand the entire eighty-story tower to the Manhattan Land and Sovereign Trust by the next full moon.

Now the Trust's silver-tongued counsel is picking Weaver's locks, his building manager client is sweating through a five-thousand-dollar suit, and the pixie queen in his basement glove box keeps hissing about "he who walks between the deeds." To stop a supernatural hostile takeover, Weaver has forty-eight hours to trace a centuries-old lease through subway tunnels, buried canals, and the bedrock foundations of the city—before the walls start bleeding and the rent comes due in blood.

*Pest Control for Pixies* is a gritty, witty urban fantasy mystery where the magic is technical, the contracts are binding, and the exterminator always reads the fine print.