Sharp Objects Romane & Geschichten

sahut Gabriella tanpa sedikit pun beban. Tiba-tiba, Sharp Knife mendesahkan tawa seraya mengangguk-angguk. “Ternyata benar. Kau memang jenius,” ujarnya sambil mengangkat pisau pilihan sang wanita. “Aku juga paling menyukai pisau jenis ini.” “Apakah pilihan kami tepat?” tanya Mia dengan semangat berapi-api.

Ia berusaha membuka mata untuk melihat siapa pemilik suara itu, tetapi kelopak matanya terasa sangat berat. “Pukulan Anda mengenai lambungnya. Dan kebetulan lambungnya sedang kosong karena belum terisi makanan. Itu membuatnya langsung pingsan begitu terkena pukulan. Yang perlu dikhawatirkan adalah apakah lambungnya terluka atau tidak karena pukulan Anda itu. Kami belum bisa memastikannya sekarang karena kami perlu melakukan pemeriksaan secara menyeluruh. Tapi, untuk sekarang, kita tunggu sampai dia siuman dulu.” Kali ini yang terdengar adalah suara laki-laki. Suara Jang Shin Woo.

“Lalu, mohon maaf ada peringatan gambar-gambar kekerasan.” Neil merogoh remot kecil yang terdapat pada saku celananya, menekan beberapa tombol untuk mengganti grafis yang ditampilkan sebelumnya. Kini—ada potret digital hasil visum bagian tubuh Allison yang menunjukan bekas luka. Pada lengan belakang, ada lebam biru tua. Tepat di tengkuk, bekas benda tajam yang darahnya mengering. Serta pada paha bagian dalam, yang paling parah, ada bekas tusukan sampai mengeluarkan nanah.

the old man said when we entered the armory to get the weapons available. He walked to a section of a cupboard and got out a long cardboard box which he opened to reveal two swords with razor sharp edges. The blades were sharp enough to cut through anything with ease. “I had the scientists make this for you,” he said. “It can slice through your enemies with ease and they will have no choice but to retreat.” I held the swords and waved them around to see how it worked. It was light and didn’t feel like it weighed a ton unlike my former blade.

the shopkeeper greeted them warmly. “Show me the best thing you guys have,” Anwen said, and the shopkeeper did as Anwen said. In front of Anwen lined up knives of various sizes. “All these knives have excellent sharpness and do not rust easily,” the shopkeeper explained. Anwen picked up a small pocket knife and examined it carefully. It was so shiny, that she could see her reflection in it. “It’s good, isn’t it, Sister Ody… eh?” She was stunned to find a blue-eyed young man standing beside her.

Yet Sharon moved it around like she was playing with a toy, and the smile on her face was not forced. Reaper’s edge was very different from Canyon’s Mouth. Unlike the aggressive looking Canyon’s Mouth, Reaper’s Edge had a very delicate look. It was a slender saber that was half Sarong’s height, and it was very beautiful. Its dark blade was joined to a white handle that served to provide beauty by contrast.

SCHWING. It wasn't a flashy display. There were no golden lights or roaring dragons. It was a single, terrifyingly complete arc—the blade leaving the scabbard and completing its stroke in a fraction of a millisecond. Internal energy didn't just flow into the steel; it condensed at the razor-thin edge in the absolute final millimeter of the draw. The atmosphere split. A hairline fracture of displaced air zipped across the dark earth. Ten meters ahead, a clean, silent trench opened in the soil, the edges glowing faintly from sheer kinetic friction.

He confessed as he grimaced. “I don’t care about how they look. I care about being mobile,” I told him. He smiled at me. “I’m glad you said that. There was something that caught my eye. If I may show you, sir.” He walked to his bag and pulled out a sheet of paper. I looked at the picture. It was a piece of curved metal with what looked like a sock at the top. “It’s a running blade, and it’s made out of carbon fiber. Athletes use them to compete. I was thinking this would be more suitable for a man like yourself.” “Does it make them any faster?” I inquired.

The soldiers have let go of their guns. Those who have swords are gripping them at their sides; the rest are holding their spears flat along the ground. For one of the few times in my life, I wish I had a sword instead of a machete. My blade’s lack of a point renders it useless for this particular defense, so I leave it sheathed on my back. Instead, I grip my new spear tightly.