“...in the end, sleep claimed them both. Neither heard the great horned owl hooting from a hollowed oak, nor the strange buzzing cry of the woodcock, nor the keening of coyotes some two miles away. The wind kicked up from the east and roared in the treetops like a distant ocean, but neither...saw the leaves beneath the willow come to life, rustling and boiling, even as they sank into the forest loam. Roots reached and found and pulled them down, and - deep below - the bones of dinosaurs groaned aside, making room for their passage.”