“Then, with grave formality, he unsheathed his sword. "How old is that thing? Have you had it carbon dated?" He looked aghast, as if she’d insulted his grandmother. "Hey, no disrespecting The Sword. Besides, it’s only three or four centuries… — Kresley Cole Copy Share Image
And without further argument he unsheathed the sword and cleaved Miss Foxe's head from her neck. He knew what was supposed to happen. He knew that this awkward, whispering creature before him should now transform into a princess - dazzlingly… — Helen Oyeyemi Copy Share Image
