title: Zen Sage Cat Body: A Magical Mystical Memoir
author: Tara Khandro
description: Since childhood Tara Khandro has felt a kindred relationship with all species. A natural born alchemist and world traveler, Tara is a performance poet, and has contributed feature articles, essays and columns to the Jakarta Post, Bali Advertiser, Ubud Community News and The Magic of Being. Tara has millions of words waiting for an audience in her computer. A shamanic adept and intuitive integrative healer specializing with violent trauma survivors, Tara has presented her work at the United Nations and in 9 countries. As a result of surviving multiple stranger perpetrated violent crimes simply because she is in a female form, Tara wonders if she is not a reincarnation of Ho Tai, the wandering Laughing Buddha. After 5 years living in SE Asia, Asia and Ireland Tara recently discovered the reason for returning to the U.S.: This country is overflowing with stand up comedy material.
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  ## Zenya
  
  
    
  
  
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  _( Dumarest of Terra - 11 )_
  
  
  
  
  
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  ## E.C Tubb
  
  
  
  
  
  ## Zenya
  
  
  
  
  
  ## (Dumarest of Terra – 11)
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  **Chapter One**
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  She was tall, with a mass of golden hair raised and crested in an aureole
  above her head. Thick strands ran from her temples, cut and shaped into
  upcurving points which accentuated the high bones and slight concavity of her
  cheeks. Her jaw was round, with a determined hardness, and her lips were full,
  the lower pouting in betraying sensuosity. Her eyes were deep-set, glowing
  amber, wide-spaced beneath arching brows, their upward slant giving her the
  appearance of a watchful cat.
  
  
  She had, Dumarest realized, been studying him with unusual interest.
  
  
  Slowly he turned the page of the ancient volume lying before him on the
  reading desk, not looking at the crabbed text beneath its transparent coating,
  but concentrating on the girl.
  
  
  She wore a dre