XI | SpinosaurIT LUMBERED INTO THE snow-swept parking lot like an oversized crocodile—the gigantic, rounded sail on its back swaying mightily back and forth. Its eyes were red and its flesh a dark gray, and its two-story-tall sail was the colors of blood and night all mottled. The tyrannosaur reared back, hissing and barring its ugly teeth.
“Jesus, Omar!” shouted one of The Dusty Moths.
“Oh, my God ...” Savanna gasped.
From beneath the mountain of bikers, the cashier's muffled voice called out: “What the hell is going on?”
Those that could do so watched in awe as the bristling rex and the four-legged newcomer circled each other cautiously. They watched as the monsters' shadows waltzed darkly across the snow, feigning and posturing and rattling sabers—like dancing duelists. They watched
