It had been almost a year. Her skin was darker, browned by the sun, but her eyes were still blue. A sword hung at her side, not the battered sword of the bandit, but a long, fine sword, sharp and deadly.
And soonafter the Blessed One hadeaten the meal provided by Cunda the metalworker, a diresickness fell upon him, even dysentery, andhesufferedsharpanddeadlypains.
Who could forget the ghostly figure of Freddy Krueger: a disfigured face long razor-sharp knives flash from his fingers and his sinister way of turning the dreams of his victims into deadly nightmares.