Chapter ElevenThere was a slight breeze, not caused by the weather, but by the creature. It was a silent breeze, created as it floated there, suspended as if by a hundred invisible strings. Gradually it came down, settling gently upon the sand, its great head surveying the surroundings, searching. Scruffy, terrified, was whimpering and the little dog scurried up to Jenny in a desperate attempt to bury itself between the girl's legs. It was all the creature needed and, without hesitation, it took a few strides towards the outcrop behind which Jenny was hiding.
She looked up. This close, the creature was truly huge. If she had wanted to, she could have reached out and touched it. But fear was now her master and she could hardly breathe, let alone move.
The creature studied her, just like b
