Mrs. Allen sitting at her typewriter with a speed of popping sound as if someone in the kitchen is making a popcorn. Now the coffee has coolen[ed] down, Broneco took another swallow.

Your mutant brother just growled at me again!

The moas were bigger than modern ostriches, so the fact that Haast's eagle was able to kill them (hitting them from the side and taking them down that way) is even more impressive.

The terrible spectacle drove for the instant all thought of rebellion from my mind. My very blood froze in my veins and I stood motionless. I heard Hassim laugh grimly behind me. The eyes in the cadaverous face blazed fiendishly at me and I blanched from the concentrated satanic fury in them.