I finished Dinosaur Empire this evening. It wasn’t bad.
It wasn’t really good either. Just more of the same; the group of people jaunting from time period to time period, dealing with local politics and enemies, and then moving on to the next period in history. This book had them first in ancient Egypt, and then in ancient Rome. At some point one of the “bad” dinosaurs from the dinosaur world ended up in Egypt and learned to talk Egyptian (!), but they ended up killing him by throwing a bomb into his mouth just as it exploded. Yeah.
Now I’m reading Mulengro by Charles de Lint. This is, amazingly, one of his darker works and it actually not bad at all. So far anyways.
There are only two kinds of time-travel stories: H. G. Wells variants, and Bradbury “A Sound of Thunder” variants.
In my alternate futures, time travelers travel into the past to erase those stories, and thus save us from scads of bad fiction, and from the popularization and subsequent development of time travel itself. Huzzah!
These stories are more the “Sherman and Peabody” kind.
Okay, that makes three — I stand corrected, unless I go back in time to correct my error…