The prehistoric sky is pale blue, and it is cold enough to make frost form almost instantly around the nose and beak of the Pteranodon who has just awakened in a treeless land of ice beyond the reach of the sun. The climate at the North and South Poles is changing, leading to a puzzling consequence that mankind is unable to control or defeat. As the Pteranodon cranes its long neck and surveys the frigid, unending miles of white in search for food, others prepare to escape the ice prison that has held them in a frozen state for sixty-five million years. Now, in the seemingly endless night,...
The prehistoric sky is pale blue, and it is cold enough to make frost form almost instantly around the nose and beak of the Pteranodon who has just aw...
The prehistoric sky is pale blue, and it is cold enough to make frost form almost instantly around the nose and beak of the Pteranodon who has just awakened in a treeless land of ice beyond the reach of the sun. The climate at the North and South Poles is changing, leading to a puzzling consequence that mankind is unable to control or defeat. As the Pteranodon cranes its long neck and surveys the frigid, unending miles of white in search for food, others prepare to escape the ice prison that has held them in a frozen state for sixty-five million years. Now, in the seemingly endless night,...
The prehistoric sky is pale blue, and it is cold enough to make frost form almost instantly around the nose and beak of the Pteranodon who has just aw...