Joseph M Erhardt

The Dinosaur Chronicles Joseph M Erhardt

A man kills and forgets-utterly-that his victims ever existed; a nurse investigates and uncovers a decades-long secret. Old forces regroup to make sure the secret remains a secret. A couple is stranded in their Colorado cottage by an antagonized creature that they can't see, and it's getting bolder and smarter as the hours go by. A scientist creates a time machine and precipitates the Ultimate Disaster. No, not that disaster. The ultimate disaster! Two boys enter a county fair and encounter the world's greatest juggler, who has a secret that's both wonderful and razor-edged. The Dinosaur Chronicles contains 14 long and short tales of science fiction and fantasy in the classic style; they run the gamut from the thoughtful to the witty to the poignant. Check out the Look inside or see the excerpts below: Excerpt from "Letter of the Law"
At the entry to the Resuscitation Room there's a little lip where the broken tiles of the hallway meet the broken tiles of the refurbished dispensary. They shoved the gurney across the lip with a significant hiccup, not caring at all about their cargo. They might as well have been rolling a six-foot salami. Excerpt from "The Practical Meek"
My shrink says I'm depressed. He's wrong. He also says I'm passive-aggressive. He's right about that. But at five-seven and 130 pounds, I'm supposed to be active-aggressive? Excerpt from "Crawl Ice"
He didn't know why, but the darkness bothered him. He struggled to move. He crawled to the kitchen, found the junk drawer on the third attempt and pulled. The drawer stuck, and he rattled it up and down as he yanked. It flew out, gouged a new channel in his ribcage and overturned on the floor. Excerpt from "The Great Aribo"
I cannot describe to you how long it took the Great Aribo to empty just his throwing hand. Six missiles rose like roman candles before his sending hand could even begin to funnel the rest into the loop. Time passed in long, fragmented seconds, though that seems contradictory, yet that's how I remember it: the long tosses, the high arcs, the gleaming wooden balls and the one clothed pebble.