I think about this line at least once a week
I think about this line at least once a week
Tyrannosaurs were built for speed. Their leg bones were hollow, like a bird’s. If he could break a femur …
The shovel connected, but not solidly. It hit without breaking anything. But, still, it got tangled up in those powerful legs. With enormous force, it was wrenched out of his hands. Leyster was sent tumbling on the ground.
Somebody was screaming. Dazed, Leyster raised himself up on his arms to see Patrick, hysterically slamming the juvenile, over and over, with the butt of the shotgun. He didn’t seem to be having much effect. Scarface was clumsily trying to struggle to its feet. It seemed not so much angry as bewildered by what was happening to it.
Then, out of nowhere, Tamara was standing in front of the monster. She looked like a warrior goddess, all rage and purpose. Her spear was raised up high above Scarface, gripped tightly in both hands. Her knuckles were white.
With all her strength, she drove the spear down through the center of the tyrannosaur’s face. It spasmed, and died. Suddenly everything was very still."