Between (The Chronicles of Between, #1)

by L.L. Starling

a man holding a black chicken wrapped in a sumptuous, teal silk shawl stepped up to the front of the line.

she doesn’t like drafts, loud noises, other animals—particularly yaks—any rhythmic movement that could be construed as folk dancing, the smell of cooked fat, the

color magenta, or any musical or theatrical performance

“This is clearly a chicken of exquisite taste and refinement.”

“I will defenestrate anyone who disturbs me right now.”