" The rockroach hunkered over Janner, widened its awful mandibles, and stretched open its squishy black lips. Janner was surprised he didn’t feel more panic. He lay on his back, watching the terrible beast with a sort of fascination and surprise that this would be how he died. He also felt a dull irritation at the rock causing such discomfort to his hip. "

― Andrew Peterson , North! or Be Eaten (The Wingfeather Saga, #2)