
Chapter 11 “Soul of The Fire”
“No one has yet explained to me how you can tell this chicken is not a chicken,” Cara complained as they rounded a corner.
“I can’t explain it,” Richard said. “There was just something about it that wasn’t right. A feeling. It made the hairs at the back of my neck stand on end when it was near.”
“If you’d been there,” Kahlan said, “you’d understand. When it looked at me, I could see the evil in its eyes.”
Cara grunted her scepticism. “Maybe it needed to lay an egg.”
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Note: If you haven’t read it, the first part of this book revolves around an Evil Chicken. It’s great.
time asking myself what Goodkind had smoked. But...I figured out what
Cara, you are everything wonderful in this life.
Now you are just making shit up. If you had said an evil bunny, sure. But an evil chicken?
That fucking evil chicken is the best part of that whole book. Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt with that...
no one believes me when i say that the book is partly about an evil chicken-that’s-not-a-chicken.
OMG, the debate if the chicken was really a chicken or if it wasn’t… It exhausted me. It was also incredibly hilarious....
“Maybe it needed to lay an egg.” LMAO