But this was no ordinary chicken. This chicken was evil manifest.

I've always said fantasy is sort of 'stealth philosophy'.

This book had two authors, and they were both the same person.

Fantasy allows you bend the world and the situation to more clearly focus on the moral aspects of what's happening. In fantasy you can distill life down to the essence of your story.

It allows you to say things that sound very dramatic and get away with it. If you had characters in modern fiction say the same things as they're driving down the street in an Oldsmobile they'd sound ludicrous!

When I was a kid, I read the science-fiction shelves, and I read the fantasy shelves.