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

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

If you have enough book space, I don't want to talk to you.

We're living in science fiction, but we don't realize it.

You want fantasy? Here's one... There's this species that lives on a planet a few miles above molten rock and a few miles below a vacuum that'd suck the air right out of them. They live in a brief geological period between ice ages, when giant asteroids have temporarily stopped smacking into the surface. As far as they can tell, there's nowhere else in the universe where they could stay alive for ten seconds.
And what do they call their fragile little slice of space and time? They call it real life.

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