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The Unnatural History of Cryptozoology
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Ongoing, First published Feb 14, 2020
Wildlife Biologist Melissa Harding had spent nearly a decade in the field, while exciting it was for the most uneventful.  She wasn't swarmed by bats, chased by lion or her boat overturned by an angry hippo.   So after she settled down as the Assistant Curator of Mammalogy at the Natural History Museum of Los Angeles she figured her adventures were behind her.   Until an impromptu field trip with a colleague ended with her being pulled out to sea by forces unknown, she had shaken it off but then the nightmares started.   When Cryptozologist Stephen Collins walked into her office looking like a green eyed superman .  She did what any normal introvert would do--she ignored him, and tried to run from him unfortunately somewhere in between she fell for him and started to believe that he held the answers she was looking for.
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