Dinosaur Jazz (The Jurassic Club #1)

Beyond Nathan's naivety and clumsiness, a gentleman adventurer would not be a suitable career for anyone. There was no future in it. Men like Richard Francis Burton, Henry Morton Stanley and my own father had been the great heroes of a previous age, one that had vanished with the advent of the radio, the automobile, and the airplane - and with the horrors of the World War. I remain, of course - one of the last of the gentleman adventurer in a changing worl

Beyond Nathan's naivety and clumsiness, a gentleman adventurer would not be a suitable career for anyone. There was no future in it. Men like Richard Francis Burton, Henry Morton Stanley and my own father had been the great heroes of a previous age, one that had vanished with the advent of the radio, the automobile, and the airplane - and with the horrors of the World War. I remain, of course - one of the last of the gentleman adventurer in a changing world.

If Colonel Griffin found James and me being gobbled down by a tyrannosaur, I doubt he'd do much more than pass the beast some Worchester sauce to improve our taste.

"Edwin, don't do anything stupid!" Clara added. It was a fair bit of advice.

I had to begin preparations for the party. After all, rifles, prey and hunting were simple subjects. Stalking a sure-footed astrodon through the swamps of the Lethe River was easy enough. But attending this kind of formal affair may prove quite challenging indeed.