Never Touch A Dinosaur Book Novels & Stories

They are probably having a swell time together or with the maid. *** “Uncle Stephen!!” The children scream in glee. “Hey, pupsss!” He embraces them and sucks in their scent of powdery lavender. “What are you two onto?” He smiles and peeks into the books. “Coloring.” Bernice says. The dinosaurs are lizard-looking with the mixture of colors, “This is amazing.” He chuckles. “I love the colors.” “But they don’t fit the dinosaur.” Stephen shakes his head in amusement. Bernice playfully hits him.

"I know you're awake, baby. I can see the flashlight." The blanket moved. Luca's face appeared, sheepish. "I was just reading one more chapter." "I know." I sat on the edge of his bed. "What are you reading?" "The dinosaur book Dad got me. It has really cool pictures." He showed me the page. "Did you know that some scientists think dinosaurs might have had feathers? Like giant chickens!" "I didn't know that." "Yeah! Isn't that weird?" He set the book aside. "Mama, are you okay? You look sad."

Almost bedtime. As I step out of my office, I hear giggles from the living room. When I turn the corner, I find Collin sprawled out on the floor, surrounded by dinosaur figurines, his T-Rex plush clutched in one hand. His face lights up the second he sees me. “Daddy! Come look!” He waves me over excitedly, pointing at the Jurassic World book spread open in front of him. “Did you know the Brachiosaurus was as big as a house?”

She kept looking at the disappearing figure of her daughter as if she had already her precious baby girl. “Very good. You are on time.” Dankein hauled up from his seat and grabbed the nag Scarlet was carrying. He peeked inside and found a ridiculously huge book covering almost the whole of her backpack. He was about to touch the book when Evanora's words reverberated in his ears, “Don’t touch the book with your hands. If needed, use a cloth. There must be a barrier between the book and you. The only people allowed to touch it are Scarlet, Emerald, and the Old Dead Emperor kn this material world.”

She didn’t pull her hand away from his. She watched as Daniel pushed the green dinosaur to the edge of the paper, then picked it up and held it in front of his eyes, tilting his head to look at it. He turned the dinosaur over, with the bottom side facing up, and touched its belly with his finger. Then he put the dinosaur back on the paper. With his other hand, he picked up a crayon and drew something around the dinosaur—it was hard to tell from the rooftop’s perspective. It might have been a fence, or a castle, or maybe just a random scribble by a four-year-old child.

She reached for her phone just as it rang. Damien. She answered without thinking. "Hi." "I think Lucas left his dinosaur book at the park." She glanced toward the living room, where Lucas was happily flipping through his book. "He has it." A short silence. Then Damien laughed. "I picked up someone else's dinosaur book." She couldn't help laughing too. "There was another one?" "Apparently dinosaurs are very popular." "They seem to be." Another quiet pause settled between them. "I was going to bring it over," he said. "Thought it was his."

I made my way across the classroom, weaving between tiny tables and chairs until I spotted Alexander and Ethan hunched over sheets of paper, crayons scattered around them like confetti. "Mama!" Ethan looked up with a grin, his hands stained various shades of blue and green. "You're early!" "I finished work early today," I said, crouching down to their level. "What are you two creating?" "Dinosaur families," Alexander announced proudly, holding up his drawing. "This one is a mama T-Rex and her babies. They live in a volcano." "And mine is a brontosaurus family having a picnic," Ethan added, pointing to his more carefully detailed drawing. "They're vegetarians, so they're very peaceful."

“It has dinosaurs.” “Dinosaurs are cool,” I say, following her down a hallway to a room that’s almost as big as my whole apartment. There’s a hand-painted dinosaur mural that covers the walls. There’s also a dinosaur bedspread, dinosaur stuffed animals, and a dinosaur night-light. Down the hall I hear a door opening and then steps approaching.

“This is T-Rex.” Khael tilts his head. “What’s a T-Rex?” “A dinosaur,” she says easily. The three of us glance at each other. I wait, but none of us moves to speak. Clearly, none of us knows what a dinosaur is. She grins and explains before we have to ask. “They were massive creatures that lived in our world a long, long time ago. Some had feathers; others had scales or rough skin. Enormous jaws and sharp teeth. Clawed feet. They were kind of like…” She pauses, shrugging. “Like dragons without wings.”

“They’re so fast! Can we see inside?” Aaron, quieter as always, tugged on my blouse and pointed at the toy store across the atrium. “And dinosaurs,” he whispered reverently. “Big ones.” I chuckled, squeezing their hands. “Cars first, dinosaurs next. But only if you stay close.” “Promise!” Aiden puffed out his chest, as though he’d just signed a royal decree. Aaron nodded solemnly, mismatched eyes—one amber-brown, the other clear blue—glimmering in the light.