S. H. Marpel
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The Tao of Mysti

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I'd been left out here, alone. By an oil-burning lamp. In the cold, uncaring desert. It was my only comfort until dawn. Just as the first of dawn started bringing the earliest glimmer of what I could see with my human eyes, I woke to some snuffling sound near my head. Opening my eyes, not relishing the hot day coming, I saw the nose of an animal near my face. "Rise, little one." I sat up. And saw eye-to-eye with a female coyote. She was not young. Scars criss-crossed her front legs. Her eyes showed wrinkles of her experiences. Her udders dried and smaller now, but obvious she had born many lit...