Dingo
When a family heirloom given into Daniel Asher's protection is stolen, he must get it back before it can be used to unleash his family's dark secret upon the world. But the closer he comes to finding it, the deeper he slips below the surface of the mundane and into a deadly world of magic and myth where he will be forced to confront the darkest demon of his past: how he came to be called DINGO.
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'll stick with my Jeep, thanks."
"Suit yourself. I MapQuested directions." Luna displayed a couple of print-outs, then started tracing several lines on a foldout map, explaining the astrological implications of each one. Then she devolved into a rambling diatribe about the choices we all have to make in life and that I was somehow 'chosen' to make this journey. A journey through the desert in the middle of August. Yeah, I was chosen all right. Because God hates me.
"Yeah, thanks, Luna. I'm sure I can find Vegas, no problem."
"You know what you need, Dingo?" she asked.
"A sane girlfriend? A life? Hope?"
"An animal spirit guide," she said.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me."
"No, come on. It'll be fun!"
She muted the television then grabbed my hands and pulled me off the couch. Luna then sat me down on the floor in front of her, her legs crossed, knees touching mine. "All right. Now, each person has a different animal spirit guide. An animal unique to
