I carry a switch blade with me now. Everyone else does now too.

If I were going to name my blade," Mia said thoughtfully, "I'd call it 'Fluffy.

The fulness of the godhead dwelt in every blade of grass.

Luke's left side was bloody. His eyes were open—blue eyes, the way they used to be. His breath was a deep rattle. "Good . . . blade," he croaked.

It was a bit of a switch-up, really.

asleep at the switch.