"This isn't going to work," came Njrea's voice.

Trals stared at the smoky sky, an unaccustomed smile on his face. "Of course not."

"Shut up." A flare of pain as Vrem shoved Trals into position. The triceratops grunted and shook its head. The beast was no more uncomfortable than Trals Scarback, however, who dangled across its horns like a fat boa constrictor.

"'Cause I'm gonna fall off this thing." The poor beast's back was no place for Njrea, the lightest of ...