sword

Then, I feel it; it was a hot that was like a burning sword, fine, slicing my skin in pieces, and not even my jacket could protect me from the hot. Then it goes, as unexpected like it came, lifting dirt from the floor and a smell I remember, metal, and the only thing it could be: blood.

A bloody sword is a beautiful thing.

I am afraid of waking up to emptiness, to a place where my friends and family are gone and I am nothing but a single bolt of lightning in the blackness of a lonely storm. If I am a sword, I am a sword made of glass, and I feel myself beginning to shatter.

However, what he wanted was impossible: the serenity of the Gods cannot be achieved by the sword.

My lord father used to say a man should never draw his sword unless he means to use it.

Hold on to me!_ Tedros yelled, hacking briars with his training sword.Dazed, Agatha clung to his chest as he withstood thorn lashes with moans of pain. Soon he had the upper hand and pulled Agatha from the Woods towards the spiked gates, which glowed in recognition and pulled apart, cleaving a narrow path for the two Evers. As the gates speared shut behind them,Agatha looked up at limping Tedros, crisscrossed with bloody scratches, blue shirt shredded away.__ad a feeling Sophie was getting in through the Woods,_ he panted, hauling her up into slashed arms before she could protest. __o Professor Dovey gave me permission to take some fairies and stakeout the outer gates. Should have known you__ be here trying to catch her yourself.__gatha gaped at him dumbly.__tupid idea for a princess to take on witches alone,_ Tedros said, dripping sweat on her pink dress.__here is she?_ Agatha croaked. __s she safe?___ot a good idea for princesses to worry about witches either,_ Tedros said, hands gripping her waist. Her stomach exploded with butterflies.__ut me down,_ she sputtered_ __ore bad ideas from the princess.___ut me down!__edros obeyed and Agatha pulled away.____ not a princess!_ she snapped, fixing her collar.__f you say so,_ the prince said, eyes drifting downward.Agatha followed them to her gashed legs, waterfalls of brilliant blood. She saw blood blurring_ Tedros smiled. __ne . . . two . . . three . . .__he fainted in his arms.__efinitely a princess,_ he said.

I had a dream about you last night. Our vices had wings and our fears could breathe fire. There was nowhere to hide and we were trapped alive. So you reached for your sword and slashed my arm, waking me and saving my life.

Keep your sword close and your friends closer.

Seeking excellence means choosing to forge your own sword to cut through the limitations of your life...

And they are ignorant that the purpose of the sword is to save every man from slavery.

Logic is like the sword--those who appeal to it shall perish by it.

She listened to silence. Except the birds. The waves. A few voices in the distance. She would not turn to him. He had to come to her. He HAD to come to her.

You will stay and help defend our cave against all comers, protect those weaker than yourself and honor our code. Always use the sword to stand for good and right, never do a thing you would be ashamed of, and never let your heart rule your mind ... And never let another creature take this sword from you, not as long as you live. When the time comes, pass it on to another, maybe your own son. You will know instinctively if he is a warrior. If not, hide the sword where only a true warrior who is brave of heart would dare to go and find it. Swear this to me, Martin.

A good swordsman is more important than a good sword.

The sword was not the kingdom, he says.

Hot, bright heat filled him like some ecstatic poison, and Hartan's pony shied in terror as a wordless howl burst from his throat. His dripping ears were flat to his skull, fire crackled in his brown eyes, his huge sword blurred in a whirring figure eight before him, and the brigand running at him gawked in sudden panic. The raider's feet skidded in mud as he tried to brake, but it was far too late. He was face-to-face with the worst nightmare of any Norfressan, a Horse Stealer hradani in the grip of the Rage, and a thunderbolt of steel split him from crown to navel.

There was a sound of steel meeting steel. Devin flung a desperate look over his shoulder, saw Hewet fending off two men behind him, and looked ahead in time to see ten men in light armor ride out of the trees up ahead and drive straight for him. He almost swallowed the flute. He threw an arm over his face, too shocked to be terrified, and waited to die.

IT'S A SWORD, said the Hogfather. THEY'RE NOT /MEANT/ TO BE SAFE.