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“You should show that little trick to Jack Barlowe,' Xaden says, turning his palms upward and offering me my daggers.

'I'm sorry?' This is a trick. It has to be a trick.

He moves closer, and I lift my blade. My heart stumbles, the beat irregular as fear floods my system.

'The neck-snapping first-year who's very publicly vowed to slaughter you,' Xaden clarifies as my blade presses against his cloak at the level of his abdomen. He reaches under my cloak and slides one blade into the sheath at my thigh, then pulls back the side of my cloak and pauses. His gazes locks onto the length of my braid where it falls over my shoulder, and I could swear he stops breathing for a heartbeat before he slides the remaining dagger into one of the sheaths at my ribs. 'He'd probably think twice about plotting your murder if you threw a few daggers at his head.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Perhaps this is why not one of 800 sexologists attending a conference raised a hand when asked if they would trust a thin rubber sheath to protect them during intercourse with a known HIV-infected person. I don't blame them. They're not crazy, after all. Yet they're perfectly willing to tell your generation that "safe sex" is within reach and you can sleep around with impunity. It is a terrible lie.”
― James C. Dobson, Life on the Edge: A Young Adult's Guide to a Meaningful Future

“I slip between my blanket and the mattress soundlessly, like a knife into its sheath.”
― Sara Holland

“Unity in diversity might be a powerful sword but the more powerful sheath for a sword is divide and rule”
― P.S. Jagadeesh Kumar

“The best sword is the one that always rests in its sheath!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan