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| “They got within thirty yards before some unseen signal passed among the animals and, as one, they rose to their hind legs and moved swiftly away. They did not run, exactly, but their bounding gait was so quick that they were, nevertheless, gone in a moment. "Come on," Leyster said. "Let's --” Tamara was tugging at his sleeve. "Look!" He looked back where she pointed. The Lord of the Valley came striding upriver. Leyster recognized the tyrannosaur by its markings. It was his old acquaintance and none other. The most dangerous predator the world had ever known glided swiftly through the low growth with a dreamlike lack of haste. His pace was unrushed, and yet his legs were so long, he moved with astonishing speed. Silent as a shark, he strode after the fleeing anatotitans.” |
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| Reviews: |
| "Simultaneously funny, intelligent, thrilling, challenging, and heartbreaking. I dare anyone to read the first chapter and not keep reading all the way to the last shocking page." (New York Times (James Rollins)) |
| "This book is a dinosaur palenontologist's dream come true. After reading Bones of the Earth, I will be dreadfully disappointed when anyone enters my office and it is not 'Mr. Griffin' and his little surpise package." (Michael Brett-Surman, Ph.D.) |
| "Bones of the Earth is a terrific adult dinosaur thriller - sharp as a raptor's tooth!" (New York Times (Greg Bear)) |
| "Oddly structured and curiously undramatic. Still, Swanwick's redevelopment of his Hugo Award winner, "Scherzo with Tyrannosaur," bulges with intelligent speculation and intriguing plot twists: fans of the author, the original short story, dinosaur buffs, and time-travel aficionados will pounce." (Kirkus Reviews) |
| "Bones of the Earth is a worthy successor to Swanwick's previous novel, Jack Faust (1997), for it, too, is a strange and thrilling take on great legends and cultural obsessions. In Bones, that obsession is the thoroughly modern fascination with paleontology and, in particular, dinosaurs." (Booklist) |
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