Not everything was ok. At least not from Pierce's point of view. Initially the stegosaurus, excited by the fact that Sobek had given him such an important assignment, had launched into the work at three hundred and sixty degrees almost without thinking. He had asked some sauropods to cut down some trees and then with the help of other stegosaurids, especially kentrosaurs, he had torn it to pieces. Unfortunately, things hadn't gone well at all. The stakes obtained were far from what Pierce had imagined. Many of them were crooked and dull. However, the stegosaurus told himself they were okay and had them covered in clay, then planted them on the ground. The problem, however, was that he had limited himself to making them sink a bit into the ground. Result? The pickets didn't hold up for a minute before they collapsed. Pierce was disappointed, but he wasn't discouraged. He made a second attempt, but this time he got Blue to help him. Since he had to use his tail to tear the tree apart,

The flame danced across the sky for a few seconds, then went out. Buck lowered the flamethrower and placed it reverently at his pack leader's feet.The dinosaurs did not make a sound for several moments, then began to bellow in chorus: "Fire... Fire!""He tame it... He is the tamer of the fire!""Lord of fire!""LORD OF FIRE! LORD OF FIRE!"The words of the dinosaurs seemed to turn into a religious song. Not that it was different from reality. Even though they didn't know what gods and spirits were, the dinosaurs were experiencing the same feeling humans do when facing such entities.Fire was one of the most devastating things in nature. While a tsunami or earthquake was far more destructive, nothing terrified an animal like flames. Not surprisingly, being burned alive was considered the worst death ever. The fire choked, burned, destroyed and killed all forms of life leaving nothing but charred bones.Therefore, for the dinosaurs, th

"Good, we are fucked. It was a pleasure to meet you all!" Robert Oz had been ranting like a madman for more than half an hour, creating considerable discomfort for his son who tried in vain to calm him down. The other scientists were more composed, but still their eyes betrayed their concern. Jocelyne couldn't blame them. All those people were convinced that if the dinosaurs had become intelligent humanity would have faced disaster; they had been convinced about it for many months, in Robert Oz's case for years. So now that she'd shown them satellite images of herds of dinosaurs all marching together in the same direction, there was no chance they would remain indifferent. Ian Malcolm's voice calmed everyone's mind. "Let's all calm down, we mustn't jump to hasty conclusions. It is true, based on what we know and what is happening, the situation seems extremely dangerous. But that's not a good reason to panic. We have no certainties, only hypotheses, even if they are quite convincin

When Markus Jersey finished to work it was already late at night. Looking at his prized wristwatch, he realized it was after three in the morning. He let out a grunt: he really needed to settle down. As his wife continually pointed out, working so hard was not good for his health at all. The house was extraordinarily quiet. Even if hardly any sounds were heard even during the day due to the size of the villa, at night that silence seemed to condense and become even more oppressive. Markus left his study and, after locking it, headed for his bedroom. His wife surely had already fallen asleep for some time, or at least this was what she hoped for her: he didn't crave the idea of ​​finding her awake waiting for him ready to give him a groom on the importance of a good rest. However, as he walked through the corridors, he noticed that one of the windows was open. For a moment he thought of an oversight, but the servants would hardly ever forget to close it and especially the guards woul