“The child turned to look at Elizabeth, then stood up. The head was more disproportionately large than that of a human baby. Upon some reassuring noises from the adults, the the young saur ran across the grass and tumbled into Elizabeth's lap. She crooned over it, tickling and stroking; it reached up its clawed fingers to her hair and whistled. "Her name is Blathora," said Salasso. "She is two years old." . . . "Sharp teeth," warned Salasso. "And a taste for mammal blood.”
Book:Cosmonaut Keep
