“What came to mind was a dinosaur. A tiny velociraptor, no bigger than her thumb. Relatively small, bur surprisingly ferocious. When the hasty drawing was finished, he looked into Nova's face, but she was staring at the creature inked onto her palm. "He's adorable," she murmured. He swallowed. "Here we go," he said swirling the pad of his finger over the drawing. The creature roared to life...”
Book:Renegades
