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Mistress of Snarling Death
Paul Chadwick
Pulp Fiction
Stephen Demarest might have gone back from that barren, eroded wasteland, where those gigantic black dogs ringed him in a sinister circle. But the weirdly beautiful mistress of the great beasts fixed him with her strange, smoldering eyes--eyes that both attracted and frightened. And the attraction was greater than the fear.
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