Lena grabbed her father’s notebook, kicked free of the tangled sheets, and swam for the light.
The tyrannosaur’s head snapped up. It turned, took two bounding strides, and vanished into the trees. Dinosaur Island -1994-
Ingen hadn’t just cloned dinosaurs. They’d engineered them—spliced DNA from frogs, birds, cuttlefish, anything that filled the gaps in the fossil record. But the gaps were bigger than they’d thought. The animals were unstable. Prone to disease, to sudden sex changes, to unexpected migrations. By 1988, the island had become a prison. By 1989, it had become a tomb. Lena grabbed her father’s notebook, kicked free of