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The man grins at me through fat lips. He knows he has the upper hand. Weapons like this are hard to come by, who would part with a fine blade for chicken and rice? He holds it to the light, a rich mahogany handle and curved blade. Then he drops it. The knife embeds itself in the cork table like it was parting dough. He follows my eyes and my expression betrays me. That's rare. A slip I won't repeat. I just tripled the price. I nod to Darwin and he removes the tins of pudding from his backpack. They're years out of date of course but no-one cares about that. Sugar is sugar. He sneers and takes back the knife. I nod to Darwin again and he pulls out candy the likes of which this old boy hasn't seen in eight years. He can't hide the greed in his eyes. The power balance just shifted to me, he won't get another piece. The trade is done.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, November 29, 2014.

Found in Darwin's Ghost - first draft, authored by daisy.

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In the place I used to keep my pocket computer now lies only a dagger. Another chunk of metal but actually a functioning piece of technology, albeit an old one. It had been on my father's desk for years as a letter opener, but now it was back to being used for its original purpose. Below the ebony handle is an eight inch blade sharp enough to break skin on the lightest contact. Any pressure and it will be through the muscle and hitting white bone. That's not just academic posturing either, I know it by repeat experience. Any sign you are reluctant to use your weapon and it will be slitting your own throat next. As a policy I always know my exits and run fast if I can, but if the bugger wants a piece of me my dagger will be in my hand faster than a dog bares its teeth. Mostly my reputation precedes me and I pass unhindered. I would rather loose a day's foraging than this knife, it takes life from my enemies but it gives it to me. Now it protects Darwin also. One day he'll wield it too.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, November 29, 2014.

Found in Darwin's Ghost - first draft, authored by daisy.

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The dagger was small and somewhat unassuming with it's plain wooden handle. Indeed, Kendra often hid it among the kitchen knives in the castle kitchens. That way, were they ever invaded, she would have it close at hand. For all it's bland looks it was the sharpest knife money could buy, an excellent weapon for close quarter fighting. She hadn't bought it of course, she didn't make that kind of money. It had been forged for her by the best blacksmith in the country. Back when they were kids they'd been as thick as thieves and twice as naughty, it wasn't a bond easily broken. Whenever she weighed the dagger in her diminutive hands she thought of him with a wry grin. They'd had a lot of fun back in the day.

By cassie, November 5, 2013.
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He would describe the dagger as an piece of stage theatre equipment to his friends, as if it were no more than gold coloured plastic and fake jewels. He said it was something he'd once used in a school play and kept for sentimental reasons. But if anyone had ever picked it up and felt it's weight they would have known that to be a lie. The handle was solid gold and the gems encrusted upon it were real. The blade was cold grey steel and still has sharp as the day it was fashioned. It was all that was left of his pirate heritage and even he didn't know the curse that lay upon it.

By cassie, November 5, 2013.
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Through the recital, Rand had sat silently, toying with the ivory-handled Italian Fascist dagger-of-honor that was doing duty as a letter-opener on his desk.

By descriptionari, July 2, 2012.

Found in Murder in the Gunroom, authored by Henry Beam Piper.

General

The dagger lay cold in his hands. It was short at four inches but so sharp even the most gentle of touches to flesh would result in a free bleeding cut. It's handle was carved mahogany and looked old, it made Severine wonder if it had once belonged to an other knife.

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The dagger was rather small. It wasn't a weapon to marvel at, considering the metal handle and the tiny, probably fake, blue gem in the middle. The blade was sharp and, when Rena wiped the dirt off on a rock, relatively shiny. It was still intact and she happy about her discovery, though she hoped she would never have to use it against another living thing.

By Knives and Roses, November 17, 2015.
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He/She dragged the silver marlin from the other's chest, adamant their failing heart beat would cease to beat soon.

By whippedicecream, May 16, 2014.