The Dark, Dark Flower Witch and the Neapolitan Dinosaur Warrior
By Ruth J. Burroughs
Melaina Kostas Harrington woke again, face down in the sand. She rolled over and lifted her arm; a giant vulture flapped away, startled. No, not a vulture. She squinted against the dazzling sunlight. A pterodactyl.
They’d taken her identity and shipped her onto an alternate Earth, giving her the memories of a dead woman, whose corpse lay near her.