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A Sound of Thunder (Smell (And the smell of tar and an old salt sea,…

- - - - Sounds like music and sounds like flying tents filled the sky, and those were pterodactyls soaring with cavernous gray wings, gigantic bats of delirium and night fever "Bradbury"
      - The Monster, at the first motion, lunged forward with a terrible scream 'Bradbury"
    - - He held out his hands. Each held a number of steel bullets "Bradbury
        
        "Go out there. The Monster's next to the Path. Stick your arms up to your elbows in his mouth. Then you can come back with us."
        "The Monster's dead, you idiot. The bullets! The bullets can't be left behind. They don't belong in the Past; they might change anything. Here's my knife. Dig them out!"
        "Bradbury"
        
        n. The rifle in his hands seemed a cap gun 'Bradbury
  - - - sound of thunder. Out of the mist, one hundred yards away, came Tyrannosaurus Rex. "Bradbury"
        
        They wiped the blood from their helmets. They began to curse too. The Monster lay, a hill of solid flesh. Within, you could hear the sighs and murmurs as the furthest chambers of it died, "Bradbury"
- - - - Out of chars and ashes, out of dust and coals, like golden salamanders, the old years, the green years, might leap. "Bradbury"
        
        Step on a mouse and you leave your print, like a Grand Canyon, across Eternity. "Bradbury"
        
        All and everything cupping one in another like Chinese boxes. "Bradbury"
      - Its armored flesh glittered like a thousand green coins. "Bradbury
  - - - It towered thirty feet above half of the trees, a great evil god, folding its delicate watchmaker's claws close to its oily reptilian chest. " Bradbury"
        
        Each lower leg was a piston, a thousand pounds of white bone, sunk in thick ropes of muscle, sheathed over in a gleam of pebbled skin like the mail of a terrible warrior. "Bradbury"
        
        And the head itself, a ton of sculptured stone "Bradbury
        
        Its eyes rolled, ostrich eggs, empty of all expression save hunger.