Quotes from Don Bassingthwaite

The ancient green canopy of the rain forest rippled like the surface of a pond as trees crashed down.

Everything that the coils of Pentex touched, everything it produced, was corrupt or toxic.

At times, the Wyrm had sounded like some sort of malevolent conspiracy-at others, a ravaging, ravening supernatural entity. As Dr. Julius rose through the ranks at Magadon, he learned that this was exactly what it was.

Battling Pentex in the Amazon was to them a holy war.