C199 A Thousand Turns of Mind

During the day, Odd and I stayed in that room, eating and drinking in the fridge.

"Go and cook." He put the knife on the windowsill.

"I don't like it either." I walked over and picked up his knife, but I didn't pick it up.

The knife was a dozen centimeters wide, a finger thick, and very long. It looked very inconvenient to carry around with me.

The blade was very bright and thin