THERE’S SOMETHING in the human psyche that requires us to slay monsters. Werewolves must be shot with silver bullets. Vampires must have wooden stakes driven through their hearts. Witches must be ...

The red talc of the Kalahari sand felt hot on the palm of my left hand as I balanced to support the weight of the big gun clenched in my right fist. I was on my hands and knees crawling toward a dream ...