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170 pages, Paperback
First published December 7, 2023
The Utahraptor stood tall — twelve feet tall — before her, clothed only in his feathers and a jaunty Santa hat. His massive hocks rested half-on the lawn, crushing the gentle brush of snow that had fallen earlier that morning, and in one of his little hands he carried a large tin of Quality Street chocolates.
In her senior year they’d met Rob, a PhD student from Australia, who was studying the implications of DNA deterioration on the culture of dinosaur populations in Tasmania. Holly had been captivated by his interest in dinos; he was the first person she’d met in the wider world who took dino culture seriously, seeing it as a genuine foundational aspect of dino society rather than a veneer imposed on them by human society, seeing dinos as fully conscious, fully sentient beings who deserved equality and consideration.
The Utahraptor brought his muzzle to Holly’s mouth and nuzzled. The little feathers on his cheeks tickled her as he rolled his lizard-lips against hers, careful not to slice her open with his sharp predator teeth. It was the strangest and most alluring kiss Holly had ever received.
“Is this okay?” Rocky whispered to her, a glorious fount of meat-breath that bathed her face in a delicate mist of saliva.
“Yes,” whispered Holly. “Yes, it’s wonderful.”
“The Church is a human institution. We built it to honour God — but humans built it, and humans are fallible. The bond between a parent and child, though…that is God’s own work. And loving you, whatever choices you make, is loving God.”