A Survivor S Guide To The Dinosaur Apocalypse

Author : Wayne Kyle Spitzer
Publisher : Hobb's End Books
Page : 28 pages
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Release : 2020-10-05
Category : Fiction
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A Survivor's Guide to the Dinosaur Apocalypse, Episode Eight: "'The Elephant Slayer" by Wayne Kyle Spitzer Pdf

Welcome to the Big Empty, the world after the Flashback ... a world in which most the population has vanished and where dinosaurs roam freely. You can survive here, if you're lucky, and if you're not in the wrong place at the wrong time--which is everywhere and all the time. But what you'll never do is remain the same--for this is a world whose very purpose is to change you: for better or for worse. So take a deep dive into these loosely connected tales of the Dinosaur Apocalypse (each of which can be read individually or as a part of the greater saga): tales of wonder and terror, death and survival, blood ... and beauty. Do it today ... before the apocalypse comes. * * * I looked at the nearest mount, a triceratops head with a broken horn (and a frightful visage), wondering what the circumstances of its death had been. Had it been charging—with the Flashback in its eyes, perhaps—and thus aware that it had an opponent? Or had it been unaware, just mulling its soft grasses, until the bullet entered its brain? “No,” I said, finally, turning my attention back to him. “Can’t exactly say as I am. It—it’s never seemed like a fair contest to me.” I jerked my leg against the chain—twice—to make a point. “Does it to you?” “Pshaw,” he protested. “You speak as if we’re enemies. As though this were some contest between you and I, personally. On the contrary, Mr. Hayes. It’s a collaboration.” I’m afraid I just stared at him. At last I said: “Okay—why not. I’ll bite. What are you talking about?” “I am talking, Mr. Hayes …” He stood and began pacing the length of the table. “—about legend. About myth and memory—and the securing of one’s place in the natural order of things.” He withdrew something from his housecoat as he walked—a pipe; but didn’t light it. “Posterity is what I’m talking about. A place at the table of the gods. That, and endings. Inevitabilities.” He paused and struck a match. “One last and penultimate hunt.” He lit the pipe and waved out the match, then turned, slowly, regarding me through a cloud of smoke. “Atatilla, is what I’m talking about. Queen of the Mammoths. The, ah, Leviathan of the Steppes, as they say. I intend to kill her. And you, my lost and wayward friend, are going to help me. By acting as my driver.”

Author : Wayne Kyle Spitzer
Publisher : Hobb's End Books
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Release : 2020-05-19
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A Survivor's Guide to the Dinosaur Apocalypse by Wayne Kyle Spitzer Pdf

“Drop ‘em, now!” came a voice, even as we spun in its direction and raised our weapons—and quickly realized there was nothing to shoot at. Nothing visible, at any rate. What there was, however, were tiny red dots—on our foreheads, over our hearts. “You see them. Good,” said the voice, just as cool as iced tea—the perfect accompaniment to the clatter of shifting firearms. “And now you’re going to bend down … slowly … and lay all your weapons at your feet. All right? Nooo one has to get hurt. Just do as I say … and then we can have a nice conversation. About who you are, for example. And where you’re from. And what you’re doing being dropped off by a helicopter in the middle of disputed territory. Our territory. Okay?” “Okay,” I said, and nodded at the others—and at Lazaro twice; we’d been in this situation before and he always wanted to play chicken. Slowly everyone did it—the red dots never wavering, the rain starting to rattle against the gate. “Is that a weed wacker?” said the voice, and was followed by laughter. “Damn.” I heard the tapping of what turned out to be an axe head against concrete before I realized he’d stepped into a shaft of gray light. “Don’t let their laughter get to you—people used to laugh at us too.” We watched, paralyzed, as the bearded silhouette seemed to yawn and stretch. “What can I say? All this rain—it makes me sleepy. I’ll tell you, I could really go for a Flat White about now. Two ristretto espresso shots, some whole milk steamed to perfection, a little ephemeral latte art right in the center. Sounds good, doesn’t it?” He cocked his head in the near perfect silence. “No? What you want then, a bronson? At this hour? A good, earthy black IPA, perhaps? I could go for that. Something with a nice malty backbone—good for the old ticker.” He laughed, seeming to think about it. “I know. Too conventional, right?” He shook his head. “Momma always said: she said, ‘Atticus, all your taste is in your mouth.’” There was a thin chuckle and a few clanks of the axe. “Kind of mean, don’t you think? Anyway. That’s what she said.” He began walking toward us—slowly, deliberately—dragging the handle, dragging its blade along the pavement. “Look,” I said. “We didn’t come here looking for any …” “Any what?” He stopped about four feet in front of me, close enough at last for us to have a good look at him, and what we saw seemed utterly incongruous with what Roman had told us—except, of course, for the multitude of tattoos (mostly triangles), and even more so the washboarded scar, which ran from somewhere on his scalp and through an eye (over which one lens of his dark, plastic-framed glasses had been painted black) clear to his left shoulder. That much, at least, fit. What didn’t fit was the slicked-back pompadour and long, full, meticulously-trimmed beard—Jesus, there was even product in it—nor, for that matter, the flannel lumberjack shirt and skinny jeans, not to mention the Converse sneakers. What didn’t fit, as the similarly attired men holding laser-guided rifles emerged from behind overgrown automobiles and support columns, was that the feared and formidable Skidders were, when exposed to the light of day (and not to put too fine a point on it), hipsters. “Well doesn’t this just take the cake,” said Lazaro, and spit.

Author : Wayne Kyle Spitzer
Publisher : Hobb's End Books
Page : 24 pages
File Size : 41,9 Mb
Release : 2020-09-21
Category : Fiction
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A Survivor's Guide to the Dinosaur Apocalypse, Episode Seven: "'Dog' is a Palindrome" by Wayne Kyle Spitzer Pdf

Welcome to the Big Empty, the world after the Flashback ... a world in which most the population has vanished and where dinosaurs roam freely. You can survive here, if you're lucky, and if you're not in the wrong place at the wrong time--which is everywhere and all the time. But what you'll never do is remain the same--for this is a world whose very purpose is to change you: for better or for worse. So take a deep dive into these loosely connected tales of the Dinosaur Apocalypse (each of which can be read individually or as a part of the greater saga): tales of wonder and terror, death and survival, blood ... and beauty. Do it today ... before the apocalypse comes. * * * “You’re a fool, Nick Callahan. A fool. But I suppose you already knew that.” I allowed my hand to drop before plunking down in the fir needles and just staring into space. “There was nothing. I saw nothing. It—it was like he didn’t even exist.” She sat down next to me and exhaled, tiredly. “He’s an animal—what did you expect?” She picked up my glove and offered it to me, but I didn’t take it. “You said it yourself; it’s like they see memories. The eyes. I don’t imagine a dog has a particularly long one. Do you?” I sighed. All I knew for certain was that I felt numb and more than a little tired. “I don’t know. I don’t know what I expected. Or what I was looking for. An incident, maybe. Some kind of clue.” She laid her head on my shoulder and stared at nothing, same as me. “What kind? A clue to what?” “That’s just it—I don’t know. A clue to what might wake him up, I guess. Something I could say. Something that was important to him.” “His butt was important to him,” she said. “A source of endless fascination.” I had to smile. That’s when it happened. That’s when he yelped, ever so slightly, and his paw twitched. I looked at Lisa and she looked back. And then my hand was on him and we were running—Puck and I—down cobblestone lanes lined with streetlamps and through pools of foggy light; through tides of rusted Maple leaves, which leapt and swirled as we passed. “What is it?” I heard Lisa say, her voice growing smaller, more distant. “What do you see?” I turned to look at Puck as we ran and saw his tongue loll and his eyes shift—as though he wanted to look behind himself—behind us—but didn’t dare. “Fear,” I said. “Confusion.” An image entered my mind of a dug passage beneath the rear wall of the T.J. Maxx; of the turkey-like thing crawling through it with Puck hot on its heels. “He escaped from beneath the wall and now he’s lost somewhere in the fog. And he’s terrified … but of what I don’t know. It’s almost like—wait a minute. Wait a minute.” I looked behind him—having heard something huffing and snorting—and saw a fully-grown therapod dinosaur (colored orange and black, like a Gila monster) bounding after us in the dark, gaining rapidly. “There’s something coming—some kind of predator. An allosaur, I think. Whatever it is, it’s closing, and I mean fast.”

Author : Wayne Kyle Spitzer
Publisher : Hobb's End Books
Page : 18 pages
File Size : 41,6 Mb
Release : 2020-06-01
Category : Fiction
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A Survivor's Guide to the Dinosaur Apocalypse by Wayne Kyle Spitzer Pdf

Scenes and Interludes ... from an Improbable End | A new series in the Flashback/Dinosaur Apocalypse Universe I looked to see Nigel and Ewan entering the shop from the left, the latter seeming like an utterly new man—his hair no longer mussed; his clothes no longer a catastrophic mess. “Apologies, apologies, a thousand apologies,” he said, before pausing to admire Gargantua. “But a maiden voyage such as this requires a fresh change of clothes.” He looked on a moment longer and then dropped to one knee—began ruffling through his over-packed bags. “Ah, yes, here it is. It’s—I opened it with Nigel.” He withdrew a corked bottle—which glinted darkly in the light from a high window. “Voila! One of eight bottles of Dom Perignon Rose champagne, Vintage 1959, served in Persepolis in 1971 by the then-Shaw of Iran.” He looked at us with a face flushed with excitement, and we looked back. “To—to celebrate the 2500th anniversary of the founding of the Persian Empire ... by Cyrus the Great.” Disappointment stole over his face like a shadow. “It’s—it’s to break over the bow, as it were. To christen Gargantua.” Nobody said anything. “Yeah—well. Waste of liquor, anyway. Especially when I’ve got so much celebrating to do. I’ll, ah—I’ll just get the door. Over there.” He moved up the ramp toward the garage door. That’s when I thought of Lazaro’s admonition, I don’t know why: You heard Roman—carnotauruses, heading this way. “Wait, Ewan,” I said. But he was already there, triggering the great door with his fist, turning to look at us as it rattled upward, pulling the cork from the champagne. “Life is for the living,” he said, and toasted us with the bottle. “And this stuff …” He poured champagne into his mouth and down the sides, soaking his clean, white shirt, splattering the floor with foam. “This is for howl—” But then the door was open and they were there, the carnotauruses, and one closed its jaws about his scalp while another laid wide his abdomen (and another took up his legs) so that, howling, he was opened like a pizza being groped by eager hands. And then they themselves howled and piled over his body, and all we could do was to run—everyone save Nigel, who had his trimmer, which he started with a sputter—because our weapons were already in the rover.

Author : Wayne Kyle Spitzer
Publisher : Hobb's End Books
Page : 136 pages
File Size : 40,6 Mb
Release : 2020-11-14
Category : Fiction
ISBN : 8210379456XXX

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A Survivor's Guide to the Dinosaur Apocalypse, Episode Nine: "'Return" by Wayne Kyle Spitzer Pdf

Welcome to the Big Empty, the world after the Flashback, a world in which most the population has vanished and where dinosaurs roam freely. You can survive here, if you're lucky, and if you're not in the wrong place at the wrong time--which is everywhere and all the time. But what you'll never do is remain the same, for this is a world whose very purpose is to change you: for better or for worse. So take a deep dive into these loosely connected tales of the Dinosaur Apocalypse (each of which can be read individually or as a part of the greater saga): tales of wonder and terror, death and survival, blood and beauty. Do it today, before the apocalypse comes. He hesitated before peeling off a wedge and placing it in his mouth, at which he closed his eyes and seemed to melt, hanging back his head, working his jaw in a circular motion, reopening his eyes—pausing suddenly. “What?” I asked. “What is it?” He tilted his head, peering into the branches. “Isn’t that strange?” I followed his gaze into the tree but, alas, saw nothing. Which, of course, was precisely the problem; there was nothing—no oranges, no leaves, no uppermost branches, it was as though someone or something had picked the treetop clean. “Someone has a helluva reach,” said Maldano. I looked around the lot: at the lichen-covered Public Market and the Jersey Mike’s Subs with the Prius in its window, at the Vietnamese Nail Salon and the El Buzo Peruvian Restaurant. “We should split up, canvas the area. Make sure—there’s nothing else.” “Yeah,” said Maldano. “I think you’re right.” I headed for the Public Market. “Make a sweep of the strip mall. I’m going to check out that grocery store.” He laughed a little at that—which caused me to pause. “Orders—Hooper?” I half-turned, but didn’t make eye contact. “Sorry?” “I mean, in all this? This Big Empty? This ‘world tenanted by willows … and the souls of willows?’” There was something in his voice. Something subtle, something contentious. “Call it what you like,” I said, and continued toward the market.

Author : Clare Hibbert
Publisher : Arcturus Publishing
Page : 357 pages
File Size : 45,8 Mb
Release : 2020-08-27
Category : Juvenile Nonfiction
ISBN : 9781398801653

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Dinosaur Survival Guide by Clare Hibbert Pdf

What would you do if you were being chased by a PACK OF VELOCIRAPTORS... or found yourself face-to-face with a RAVENOUS TYRANNOSAUR? This exciting, fact-packed guide contains everything you need to know about dinosaurs. It will also show you how to survive extreme encounters with these prehistoric predators! If you're planning a trip into the Jurassic jungle... don't leave home without this book!

Author : Wayne Kyle Spitzer
Publisher : Hobb's End Books
Page : 18 pages
File Size : 47,6 Mb
Release : 2020-06-07
Category : Fiction
ISBN : 8210379456XXX

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A Survivor's Guide to the Dinosaur Apocalypse, Episode Three: "Ride" by Wayne Kyle Spitzer Pdf

Scenes & Interludes ... from an Improbable End. A new series in the Flashback/Dinosaur Apocalypse Universe ... Atticus, meanwhile, had been counting down. “Three … two … one.” He sighed and lowered the megaphone—then lifted it to his mouth again. “The problem with you, Jaime, is that you just—don’t—listen. Now I just explained to you what was going to happen if I reached ‘one’ and you hadn’t come out, and goddamned if you didn’t come out. So. What’s going to happen now is that we’re going to kill one of these people for every 30 seconds you remain inside the vehicle—starting immediately.” He directed the bullhorn at the upper floors of one of the buildings. “Hershel? You awake up there?” “Get ready,” I said. “I’m awake,” came a voice, though it was impossible to tell exactly where from. “Fine,” said Atticus. “Hershel, in 30 seconds, I want you to place your site on the head of … that little girl, right there.” He gestured at a storefront on our right side—Simply Seattle. “Green coat, last one on the end, right next to the display window. Copy that there, Chief?” The man didn’t hesitate. “Twenty-nine! 28! 27 …” I toggled the loudspeaker myself. “We’re coming out,” I said, suddenly, and glanced at Sam. “We’re trying to figure out how.” There was a silence as Atticus seemed to think about this. At last he said, “Well, how complicated could it be? Just open the door. Hershel, keep counting ...” “Twenty-three, 22, 21 …” “It’s not that simple,” I hurried to say, “It’s, like, pressurized or something.” To the others I said, “On my mark, okay? Get ready.” “We’re at 18 seconds and counting, James,” said Atticus. “Best clean your glasses and get with it.” “Seventeen, 16, 15 …” “Okay! Okay. We’re depressurizing. Right … now.” And then Sam was toggling the smoke as I gripped the joystick tightly and Nigel took over the loudspeaker and Lazaro opened the side door, after which we cursed loudly and bent to our tasks, and, together, threw wide the gates of Hell. The Flashback/Dinosaur Apocalypse Cycle Flashback (re-printed in Dinosaur Apocalypse) Flashback Dawn (re-printed in Dinosaur Apocalypse) Tales from the Flashback (re-printed as Dinosaur Rampage) Flashback Twilight (serialized as A Dinosaur is a Man’s Best Friend; re-printed as The Complete Ank & Williams, Dinosaur War, Paladins) A Reign of Thunder (serialized as Heat Wave) A Survivor’s Guide to the Dinosaur Apocalypse

Author : Wayne Kyle Spitzer
Publisher : Hobb's End Books
Page : 24 pages
File Size : 40,7 Mb
Release : 2020-07-06
Category : Fiction
ISBN : 8210379456XXX

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A Survivor's Guide to the Dinosaur Apocalypse, Episode Five: "Elegy" by Wayne Kyle Spitzer Pdf

That’s when I heard the strange sound: a kind of forlorn mewing, like the note of a horn being drug out too long, coming from just around the corner, just beyond the liquor store—and paused, holding up my hand. “What? What’s going on?” I waved her into silence, dropping the rein, then hustled to the edge of the building—where, after peeking around the corner, I saw a juvenile sauropod of the Diplodocus family (meaning it was the size of a typical school bus) collapsed in the middle of the street—its right front leg stuck in a manhole. “What is it? What do you see?” I looked from the sauropod to the corner of a nearby building, where something had moved, then across the street to an overgrown alley. Yes, I thought. There. And there. Between the tattoo parlor and the marijuana dispensary … “Allosaurs,” I said, gravely. “An entire pack of them. In desert camouflage. They—they’ve got something trapped.” “Omigod. It—it’s not your dog, is it?” I returned and picked up the rein, began leading Blucifer forward, into the intersection. “No.” “Wait … what are you—” “We’re going through,” I said. “But what if those things—” “They don’t care about us; they want the bigger game. For now. Just hold on.” The horse’s hooves went clip-clop, clip-clop as we passed, the bluish-gray sauropod coming into full view ... A moment later she said, “It—it’s stuck. In the manhole. Do you see that?” I eyed the predators warily, continuing to lead. “There’s nothing we can do about it.” “But she’ll be helpless against—” “That is the way of it,” I insisted. “The way of the—” “Look, would you stop with the Indian clap-trap? I’m not even sure—" There was a thwomp as the allosaur by the building leapt into the road—not by us but about fifty feet away, near the sauropod. “Jesus, can’t you do anything? What about your bow?” “And risk bringing them down on us?” I intensified our pace, sprinting toward the Stratosphere. “No!” And then they were coming—the allosaurs from across the street—passing so close we could smell the meat on their breath; closing in on the frightened herbivore … until we passed the scene completely and sought refuge in a nearby gas station (its storefront had long since collapsed) and gathered there trembling as the sauropod cried out—for it wouldn’t be long now until they fell upon her. “Jesus,” said Essie, listening. “What a world.” “Yes,” I said, remembering. “My father used to say it had a demonic sublime; every tree and every rock, every animal, including man, down to the lowest insect.” I listened as the sauropod moaned, seeming already to give up, to resign its fate. “And yet.” “What do you mean?” “What?” “You said, ‘and yet.’ What did you mean?” I un-shouldered the compound bow—rubbing my aching deltoid, stretching my arm. “Nothing. It’s just that … maybe it doesn’t have to be this way.” When she didn’t respond I looked at her—found her already looking at me: calmly, meditatively, her eyes seeming to glimmer. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.” “I mean … that I could end it. Her confusion and terror. That I—could prevent her from suffering.” I looked at the bow and the dark, poisoned bolts attached to it. “That it’s in my hands to do so.”

Author : Wayne Kyle Spitzer
Publisher : Hobb's End Books
Page : 24 pages
File Size : 55,7 Mb
Release : 2020-07-28
Category : Fiction
ISBN : 8210379456XXX

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A Survivor's Guide to the Dinosaur Apocalypse, Episode Six: "The Low Rumble of Distant Thunder" by Wayne Kyle Spitzer Pdf

Scenes & Interludes ... From an Improbable End | A New Series in the Flashback Universe ... “And here they go! They’re on their way down the stretch. The break was good; every animal got a clean shot out of the gate. And as they come down here to the eighth pole, it is Mesozoic Nights and Caligula …” I peered at the announcer’s booth, wondering once again what they were using for power, and so much of it—the stadium lights alone would have overwhelmed most generators. But then Maria nudged me and I focused on the action—seeing, to my horror, that Bromtide had already fallen behind; Bromtide, whom we had unanimously voted to support. “Caligula is trying to force his way to the front and doing a good job of it as they pass the stands. Here on the outside comes Lovely Bones, in a good position. And as they go by me it is Caligula on the lead by one length. Caligula has the lead and then comes Mesozoic Nights in second place right along beside him. Going into the first turn is Caligula by a length. Mesozoic Nights is second and on the outside of him is Lovely Bones. Far back in the crowd, on the inside, in about fourth place, is Bromtide. They’re going into the stretch; they’ve gone about half a mile …” “Jesus,” I said, even as something like thunder rumbled and a flash of light illuminated the stadium. “What’s wrong with him, you think?” “Might be the T. rex piss,” said Luther, leaning in, and chuckled. “Had to spray him down with it—otherwise the allos would be all over him. Guess we forgot to tell you that.” I glared at him before shifting my gaze to Maria and Caleb and finally to De Santo, at the very end, who looked like a kid on Christmas. “Oh, Caligula!” he cried, and clasped his hands above his head. “Beautiful! Beautiful!”

Author : David Lewman
Publisher : Random House Books for Young Readers
Page : 82 pages
File Size : 46,7 Mb
Release : 2018-05-08
Category : Juvenile Fiction
ISBN : 9780525580836

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Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom Dinosaur Survival Guide (Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom) by David Lewman Pdf

Outlines the events on Isla Nublar since the destruction of the Jurassic World amusement park, profiling the dinosaurs that live on the island and the human crew members of Jurassic World.

Author : Arcturus Publishing
Publisher : Arcturus Pub
Page : 24 pages
File Size : 53,9 Mb
Release : 2013-10-15
Category : Juvenile Nonfiction
ISBN : 1782124330

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Survival Guide Dinosaur by Arcturus Publishing Pdf

If you’re heading back in time to the age of the dinosaurs, you will need an awesome survival guide to help you identify all of the dangers. With brilliant pop-ups, the dangers literally leap off the page. A fun field guide for children aged seven and up.

Author : Claire Hibbert
Publisher : Unknown
Page : 128 pages
File Size : 50,5 Mb
Release : 2016-02-15
Category : Electronic
ISBN : 1784049530

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Dinosaur Survival Guide by Claire Hibbert Pdf

Author : Wayne Kyle Spitzer
Publisher : Hobb's End Books
Page : 466 pages
File Size : 51,9 Mb
Release : 2022-03-23
Category : Fiction
ISBN : 8210379456XXX

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In the Season of Killing Bolts by Wayne Kyle Spitzer Pdf

How did it all begin? That depends on where you were and who you ask. In some places it started with the weather—which quickly became unstable and began behaving in impossible ways. In still others it started with the lights in the sky, which shifted and pulsed and could not be explained. Elsewhere it started with the disappearances: one here, a few there, but increasing in occurrence until fully three quarters of the population had vanished. Either way, there is one thing on which everyone agrees—it didn’t take long for the prehistoric flora and fauna to start showing up (often appearing right where someone was standing, in which case the two were fused, spliced, amalgamated). It didn’t take long for the great Time-displacement called the Flashback—which was brief but had aftershocks, like an earthquake—to change the face of the earth. From In the Season of Killing Bolts: “Looks like a mushroom cloud–only, like, horizontal.” I confess I jumped, and that my hand dropped to my weapon—had I carried one. “Donovan. Now how many times have I told you not to cut through the cemetery?” “Ah, Chief, but then I’ve got to go all the way around. And there’s a mean dog on Oberlin; you know that. Besides,” He stepped up next to me and gazed at the cloud. “You don’t really mean to tell me you care about that when there’s, well, that. Am I right?” I peered at the cloud: at its curtains of rain and lightning—like the tendrils of a jellyfish—at its billowing cumulonimbus, which flickered and flashed. “What is that?” I mumbled. “Is that, is that lightning up there, or something?” I guess he must have followed my gaze. “Up there? Near the top? No—no, I don’t think so. More like—more like balloon beacons, or aircraft. Their wing lights, maybe—glowing in the gloom. Those colors, though. They don’t—they don’t look right. Almost like—” “That’s because you’ve never seen them,” I said, and toggled my radio. “No one has. K-94, this is the Chief. Do you copy?” But there was nothing—only static. Only white noise. I listened for the truck’s radio: nothing. Just dead air. Just silence as thunder rumbled and the rain fell and the wind gusted—powerfully. Alarmingly. “K-94, this is the Chief—do you copy?” More static, more noise. I looked at the fast-approaching cloud. “Donovan,” I said. “Yeah, Chief?” “Don’t cut through the cemetery.” And then I hustled for the truck and quickly climbed in—jammed it into gear, activated the light bar. Then I was driving out of the cemetery at a dizzying clip; reaching for my cellphone even as it started ringing and ringing; glancing at the shotgun as it lay—bleakly, funereally, like a coffin—between the seats.

Author : Heather Dakota
Publisher : Unknown
Page : 0 pages
File Size : 44,8 Mb
Release : 2015
Category : Dinosaurs
ISBN : 1407161350

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Jurassic Survival Guide by Heather Dakota Pdf

Would you have had what it takes to survive in the time of the dinosaurs? You'll need to be ready for when they get to your neighbourhood. The Jurassic Survival Guide will give you all the information you need about these terrifying creatures, including what they eat, how they run, how clever they are and the skills you need to escape from them. Learn from it, or the human species will become extinct!

Author : Wayne Kyle Spitzer
Publisher : Hobb's End Books
Page : 66 pages
File Size : 46,9 Mb
Release : 2020-07-06
Category : Fiction
ISBN : 8210379456XXX

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Dinosaur Carnage by Wayne Kyle Spitzer Pdf

By the time I’d established a camp in the covered breezeway of the Luxor obelisk—“Cleopatra’s Needle” it was called, at least according to a bronze placard on its wall—and bound her hands and feet, the sun had set and a slight rain had started to fall; something I fully welcomed after so much time in the desert. As to whether the girl welcomed it also, who could say. For even though I set her near the opening (as well as the fire) and provided her my own bedroll to sit on, she only continued to glare—probably due to us eating in front of her; for I had decided, though you might think it cruel, that I would starve her into speaking, if necessary. Which, of course, she finally did—speak, that is—although only after a considerable time, saying, hoarsely, yet clearly, assertively, “Is this some kind of torture? I mean, don’t you have to feed prisoners before killing them? Isn’t that what the Geneva Convention says?” I looked at her through the flames, saying nothing, even as Kesabe snarled. At length I carved a piece of meat from the spit and dropped it on a paper plate, which I carried around to her—but didn’t hand over. Instead, I knelt and sliced off a single bite-sized morsel—then held it close to her nose. “Trade,” I said, matter-of-factly. “One bite per something about you. It can be your name. Where you’re from. How you’ve survived ... Just talk.”