By Kerrie L. Hughes
Brilliant, unique sci-fi and myth tales that includes courageous and impressive heroines
13 city and paranormal stories of robust ladies, armed with guns they don't seem to be afraid to exploit, in addition to fists and toes of fury, who face monsters and undesirable guys-and are usually not above rescuing males within the approach.
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