Source: Newsweek.com As a child, I was attacked by a German Shepherd: not a human herder of sheep, but a wolf-sized bundle—four feet, fur, and fangs. Especially fangs. Walking from the bus stop with my mother after a shopping expedition, I was at peace with the world, chattering about something or nothing. There was no …
Andy McKell, Speculative Fiction Author 
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