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- Hissing, hackles lifting, the chicken's head rose.
- Kahlan pulled back.
- Its claws digging into stiff dead flesh, the chicken slowly turned to face her. It cocked its head, making its comb flop, its wattles sway.
- ---
- "Come and get me, mister." she snapped.
- She felt its cold breath on her face. A sharp, cold breath.
- She felt a rush of cold breath against her lips.
- The chicken's voice made her heart beat faster.
- She felt her hands move. She opened her mouth. She took a deep breath.
- A chill ran down her back.
- ---
- She closed her eyes, feeling the coolness.
- "Oh, God!"
- She said it out loud.
- She felt the chill on her back. She wrapped her arms around it. She hugged the chicken tight.
- She felt the chill in her face. She shut her eyes.
- ---
- She was shivering.
- Her heart was hammering, her mind racing. She thought, how many times do I need to say that chicken? How many times do I need to remind myself that chickens are wonderful?
- She felt a warm, soft, delicious, comforting feeling. She held chicken against her body, enjoying the warm, feathery feeling on her skin.
- ---
- Suddenly, she felt the chicken's warm, soft beak and wondered what would happen if she took a step backward or pulled her hands away from the chicken.
- She felt the chicken's beak nip at her and it seemed to be saying, no! Do you have any idea of how I want to be treated?
- ---
- The chicken's voice.
- The chicken's mouth.
- The chicken's hands.
- The chicken's legs.
- She felt it.
- She felt the heat.
- She felt the power.
- And, finally, she felt it.
- The warmth inside her body.
- It was a power she had never felt before,
- but it was all she could take.
- And the chicken cried out.
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