Quotes About Unsheathed

Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.

Will unsheathed his sword.) What is it you do? (Stryder) Remember when you told us you'd rather be dead than married? (Val)

Shadows would be moving inside shadows; daggers would be unsheathed; the air would get gray and chill with stealth and intrigue; blood would spurt. And the sleeping would do well to stir.