Abarat

by Clive Barker

Chickentown

If you wanna get blasted take a shot everytime they mention chickentown in this book

One of the books, having mentioned the chickens, described the town as “otherwise undistinguished.”

“I heard your dad lost his job at the chicken factory. Had a little problem with the beer, so I was told?”

Wild opener

So what if John Mischief had seven extra heads; he’d bowed to her and called her lady. Nobody had ever done that to her before.

Very easily swayed

Candy’s eyes had always been good (nobody in her family wore glasses); she knew her gaze didn’t deceive her.

Sorry, how good was her eye sight i didn't catch that?

She was just a schoolgirl from Chickentown.

Kms

To her amazement, she heard English spoken everywhere, though there were dozens of dialects. And of course the mouth parts that delivered the words also went some way to shape the nature of the English that was being spoken: some of it was high and nasal, a singsong variation that almost seemed about to become music. From other directions came a guttural version that descended at times into growls and yappings.

Haven’t they all been speaking English this whole time? Why is this surprising now?

He let a sound escape his throat now. A low, menacing growl that was magnified by the circular chamber. Oh yes, that sounded like something to put fear into the hearts of his enemies. That was the noise, he thought to himself, that he would make when he found that wretched girl again: a sound so horrible, her wits would crumble.

Its giving emo tumblr girl

“Worms have tongues,” Tom said. “And many of them are very eloquent. A few are poets.” “Really?” said John Sallow. “I never knew that.”

Nor did i

“Dragon hunting isn’t a job for the people who are interested in living long lives.”

“Surely there must be some way to catch the cats,” Candy said. “Back home in Chickentown—” “I’m sorry? Chickentown? What exactly is a Chickentown?” “It’s the town where I live. Or where I used to live.” “What a perfectly ridiculous name for a place,” Wolfswinkel commented.

Brother i hear yah

“We just wanted to give you a hint of your past,”

Basically just told her straight out but okay

“I’m not going to start making prophecies on the basis of glimpses,” Diamanda said. “But you should know, my dear, that from now on there is jeopardy at every step. For you. For those who travel with you. And even for the places you choose to go. You may bring down cities before you have solved all the mysteries that lie ahead of you.”

Malingo grinned. “What are you laughing at now?” “I’m just thinking what a strange one you are. My heroine.” He kissed her on the cheek, still grinning. “Strangest girl I ever did meet.” “And how many girls have you met?” Malingo took a moment or two to make his calculations. Then he said: “Well . . . just you, actually—if you don’t count Mother.” Now it was Candy who started to laugh. And the leaping fish joined in, jumping higher and higher in their delight.

I cant explain why i dislike this book other than just saying its written like this and it drives me nuts

Journey to the end of day, Come the fire-fly, Come the moon; Say a prayer for God’s good grace And sleep with love upon your face.

Has this been a jesus book in disguise this whole time???