I remember reading Charles de Lint when I was much younger and enjoying his novels, so it was surprising how much these short stories did not engage me. Mostly written in first person, each narrator sounds the same but one. So much so that it took me a while to notice that characters were appearing across stories. Near the end, the desertscape of When Desert Spirits Crowd the Night charmed me and reminded me of the de Lint magic. I liked Coyote Stories as well. Albert slipping into Coyote, Coyote becoming Albert was simply and effectively done.