Sharp Objects の小説・ストーリー

We just passed the 12 weeks mark. “Rissa and Gabe will help you practice and get used to it.” I just nodded and pulled the knife from its sheath. It was beautiful in its own deadly way. I didn’t know shit about knives, but I was sure you can kill pretty easily with a blade like this. “The blade is a high density silver alloy, so don’t cut yourself,” Gabriel chimed in. “I won’t.” I gave him an offended look as I put the blade back and closed the box on it.

I asked as I suddenly felt nervous "Don't worry, you work hurt me" "How do you know that? I might do it accidentally, and isn't it better to work with a blunt knife or something not so sharp, cause I don't think this is a good idea?" " It's better to start with a sharp knife, I have folded you, you have great potential, and starting off the gun with what you would face in light of an attack is better than using something blunt, and you won't hurt me because I am too quick for you to catch," he said

“Choose something.” The way he said it—flat, steady, made a chill run through me. This wasn’t just training. This was a test. A trial? I stepped toward the rack. Blades of every shape glinted in the moonlight. Staffs, batons, short swords, crescent hooks, twin daggers; weapons forged for speed, precision, or brutality. But one caught my eye— A dual-ended spear, light enough for speed but heavy enough to anchor momentum. It felt right in my hands.

I opened it. Six daggers lay inside, arranged in two rows. They weren't ceremonial weapons. There was no gilding on them, nor any ostentatious gemstones. They were forged from pitch-black shadow-steel that didn't reflect light, and their blades were ground so thin and sharp that they could slice through the air with a single touch. Their hilts were wrapped in roughened leather so they wouldn't slip, even in blood-soaked hands. "Exactly as I asked?" I questioned, twirling one between two fingers. Its balance was perfect.

Like something else had taken over my body. My hand moved to the blades, touching them. I ran my thumb slowly down the cold, sharp edges of the metal, feeling the teeth of the steel. Subconsciously, I was looking for the one with the sharpest point. The one that could cut through flesh without getting stuck. I picked the last one. I paused, feeling it. My fingers locked around the thick carving knife. The handle was black, the blade long and perfectly straight.

Fighting throngs of them in human form is Thor's specialty. Before I abandon the car, I open the glove compartment and bring out the serrated edge karambit knife I took from Uncle Knox's workshop. The karambit is a perfect knife for silent killing. It can slice deep into flesh with ease and the curved and serrated edges on the silver blade make it a deadly and dangerous weapon that can hook and snag at sensitive organs like the intestine, making the person suffer a slow and painful death.

I explained clasping the doorknob, “That's the thing— I have never used a sword before, I injure my self once, trying to cook,” Chuckling lowly, I unlocked the armory, revealing the various choices of weapons to her, “Who said it was just swords?” Stepping into the room I watched as she gawked over the spears, fascinated with them, “Wow, this— this is awesome, how many of them do you are in here,” she mumbled dragging her finger on the tip of a pike, “Careful,” I warned, “You might heal from everything else but these were designed to kill demons, a single scratch can infect you,”

tastes like swamp water. Suddenly, a gleaming bronze-like spear came whizzing toward him and as the sharp tip came within feet of his body, he took the force of it on the shield which he held aloft with his left arm. The metal on metal contact rang out, echoing around the granite stadium. James took off at a sprint, heading straight for his two oppo- nents. He roared mightily as he brought down his blade in a high arc aiming to topple Anita Romero before she could get any kind of attack in with her saber. The Latin beauty barely managed to roll out of the way, the divine metal missing her by inches.

I walk over and lift it from its stand. "It's quite sharp, a good weapon, but not a proper size for you. The halberd is deadly and takes a master to wield it proficiently." I step several yards away and sweep the air in front of me. The blade whooshes through the air and makes a unique sound. She's captivated.

His presence was a constant source of steadiness, a reminder that they faced this challenge together. In the corner of the courtyard, a team of blacksmiths worked tirelessly at a line of anvils. Sparks flew as molten steel was hammered into shape, the glowing metal transforming into sleek blades, spearheads, and arrow tips. Lyra paused to observe a blacksmith as he inspected a freshly forged sword.