For I could never make you see
I finished Dinosaur Conquest this evening. It’s the last book of the Dinosaur series, and it actually did tie things up, but not in a particularly satisfying way.
Frankly, this book could have followed directly after the first book, tied everything up fairly well, and it would have been an OK pair of books. However, for whatever reason, they decided to cram 4 extra books in between these two.
So what happens at the beginning of this book they end up back in the dinosaur timeline, retrieve the time machine, and jaunt around fixing things they’d messed up, and tossing pieces of “temporal machinery” into various other timelines like they’re magical talismans. Eventually they end up back home and everything’s fine. Yay.
My next book is E.R. Eddison’s Mistress of Mistresses.
Maybe those two books were written that way and then the other ones were crammed in the middle.
Y’know, kind of like George Lucas and that shitrilogy.
I’m sure that’s not the case — the book made plenty of references to the previous novels, it just didn’t need to at all. I expect that what happened was that Leigh had an idea for one semi-decent time-travel book based on Bradbury’s A Sound of Thunder, and then somebody convinced him to spread it out into 6 time travel books.