Some more from "Proper Ladies" for you

Zaynab fired both pistols at once, felling the final two dinosaurs in a single fluid movement. She waited, breathing hard, arms outstretched, eyes and ears alert for lingering life signs. A light breeze stole through the abandoned street, rustling the verdant trees lining La Castellana. She imagined a skirt would undulate most dramatically and half-wished she was wearing one instead of the plain suit she wore as Mustafa.

Dozens of hulking, feathered corpses littered the ground, along with aba...