If I were, at about age twenty as a budding paleozoologist and paleoartist, handed a copy of this book by a mysterious time traveler, I would have been shocked as well as delighted. The pages would reveal a world of new flesh- and, in some cases, plant-eating dinosaurs and ideas that I barely had a hint of or had no idea existed at all. My head would spin at the revelation of the therizinosaurs, such as the wacky feathered Beipiaosaurus, and at the biplane flying dromaeosaurs, not to mention the little halszkaraptors with their duck-like beaks, the brow horns and atrophied arms of bulldog-faced Carnotaurus, or the bat-like membranous wings of scansoriopterygids.