"Retger's skill with a rifle proved no match for the animal's uncanny speed, as he fired three shots that landed well wide of the target. Cursing his luck, the threw his firearm down in disgust. At that moment, two of the creatures leapt from the bush and knocked him down. Only with repeated gunshots into the air did we scare the beasts off. Retger—indeed, all of us—would never underestimate these long-eared creatures again."

—From "Signs of Life" by Garrington Wells

"Spotting the herd from my vantage point high atop the bluff, I marveled at the brutal design this world insists upon for its creatures. Large plates of bone covering a thick, rough hide, thick legs meant for bursts of charging speed, and stomachs capable of ingesting a wide range of toxic plants. If left alone, they graze in relative silence with occasional grunts or bellows to ensure their small herds remain close. When disturbed, they shift to engines of destruction."

—From "Signs of Life" by Garrington Wells

"The fog was so thick, I smelled the creature before I saw it—swamp water and old blood. I felt the soft jungle earth drum with each step: Boom. Boom. Boom. It swayed as it walked, each step shifting its head crest like tall grass in an easy wind, ponderous and slow until it spotted me. The eyes sharpened, and before another heartbeat, it sprang with shocking speed and grace. That smell and a deep scar from shoulder to stomach marked that day forever."

—From "The Green Hunters" by Garrington Wells