#Sword

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

"Can America get back to a point where politicians are honest? Not unless that point is the tip of a sword."

"I caught his hand. “What do you want me to do?”Leaning down, he kissed the pulse beating on my neck just above the damaged skin. “Tomorrow, I need you to die."

"He’d used the amulet to read my thoughts again. I pictured smacking him in the face."

"If the road is easy, you're likely going the wrong way."

"So many tangles in life are ultimately hopeless that we have no appropriate sword other than laughter."

"I wish I could grow swords like I can roses. Wouldn’t war be so romantic then? Then the U.S. could really show the world how much it loves it."

"Vane’s lips tightened to suppress a smile. “Why so hostile, love?”“You whacked me on the head with a ball!”“You deserved it."

"But remember, boy, that a kind act can sometimes be as powerful as a sword."

"When he said to give him the sword, I don’t think he meant for you to stick it in his guts."

"Do you think we can be friends?” I asked.He stared up at the ceiling. “Probably not, but we can pretend."

"Vane grabbed me. “DuLac, let’s chat.”Chat. British-speak for “Stand still while I yell at you."