But Dieter only looked beyond him at the midsized carnosaur which had emerged from the screaming, scattering crowd ... before taking a step back and offering him a Nazi salute.
And then the beast was upon him, grabbing Manfred’s torso in its agile, human-like hands and holding him fast—even as it closed its jaws about his head and reared its neck back: pulling his throat apart like mozzarella cheese and severing his spinal cord so that dark, red blood bubbled up from the hole and green bile spat from what had once been his esophagus ... a sight at which Charlotte would surely have fainted had Dieter not leaned close and, rendering the moment even more horrific, whispered into her ear: “He was not pure enough, my Valkyrie, none of them were. But you and I ... we shall create the New Man. L
