Kieran says, You know what this is,
Connor has to think about it, but
eventually says, A hunting knife."
Yes. To be exact, it's a French
hunting knife. They make great knives, the French.
Look at that blade.'
I squirm and grunt and curse
Hold him still, Niall. The blade
folds away beautifully into the handle. Great design.
The Swiss go for all the fancy gadgets in their knives, but
all you need is a good
I hear the rip of my T-shirt and feel
the cool air on my back. I buck and curse again.
Hold him still."
I feel the blade brushing over my
back and now I hold still. The knife stops in the
middle of my left shoulder blade. The point goes in.
I'll start here. This half is the
Black half, I'd say."
And slowly the blade cuts down my