Myra is not your average woman; she never has been, not in millions of years. From a pampered princess, to a wilderness in the sun, to a prison in the desert, to a place in the heart of every person she happens to meet. This is the story of her sojourn on the Earth. This is her struggle for freedom and survival. The Apache Indians call her Child of the Sun. Ruben Hawken called her wife and lover and the mother of my children. She’s a loving nurturing spirit with the power to influence for good. She heals, that’s what she does ... Myra is more then victorious but not without setbacks and hardship and the patience of Job. You’ve got to love Myra, can’t help yourself ... Don’t you find that just a little suspicious? I’m a cynic so I certainly do ... But what do I know? I can’t seem to get past that ridiculous Nutsoid sign.