“Gabriel shuffled around the trunk again, searching for faux arrows—arrows designed to injure but not kill. “All these arrows are sharp—and have blood on them.”“Yes, well, I left my cotton candy arrows at home next to my teddy bear.”
“If I have a bow and arrow, Commander, I don't shoot a padded shaft to my target's left in order to express my annoyance. I fire a steel-tipped arrow into his leg.”
“How did you kill the Ashman in the forest last year?”“I shot him with an arrow.”“What kind of arrow?”“A sharp one.”Nate rolled his eyes. “Really, dude? A sharp one?”
“I can't have swords." Key answered.No swords?"They're sharp."That's why they're good."I can't have daggers or darts. Or arrows, either."Why? Arrows are the best."They can kill people."That's the coolest part!”
“But the hunter was also the hunted,For many of my arrows left my bow only to seek my own breast...”
“Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.”