Old Dinosaur Book Novels & Stories

"Dad, you wanna see my room? I have dinosaur posters and everything!" "Lead the way, buddy." "It's not technically his room," Hazel called after us. "It's the guest room he's claimed as his kingdom." Ethan dragged me down the hallway, pushing open a door to reveal a small room dominated by a twin bed covered in dinosaur sheets. Posters of various prehistoric creatures covered the walls, and a bookshelf overflowed with picture books and toy cars. "See? This is a Brachiosaurus." He pointed at one poster. "And that's a Stegosaurus. And that one's a Pteranodon, but it's not technically a dinosaur, it's a flying reptile."

The dinosaur book had been on the kitchen table for three days. Nora noticed it on Sunday evening, when she was clearing away the dinner things. She moved it to the counter without thinking much of it. On Monday morning it was back on the table, open to a page on the Spinosaurus, Liam's spoon resting across it while he ate his cereal and read. "You've already read that one," she said. "I know." He didn't look up. "Caleb said Spinosaurus was probably a good swimmer. Because of the spine thing." He pointed at the ridge along the dinosaur's back without taking his eyes off the page. "It's for balance. In water."