Again gray

[jhetley]

Another morning of gloom and depression, without the actual rain that would waken mushrooms for Wife's scheduled mushroom program out at the nature center.  That one looks like a washout, if you'll forgive the metaphor at cross-purposes...

And, in honor of last night's PBS Nova program on the samurai sword, a bit from my enigmatic smith in POWERS:

    His kitchen knives -- nickel-iron born from a meteor's corpse, to give each blade the flaming magic of steel pulled from heaven to earth, worked and folded and folded again at the forge, carbon infiltrating the grain of the metal from a reducing fire, thoughts and words of making until the steel took shape and meaning from his hammer, a shape and meaning that could kill a god with the soul he'd forged into its heart.  The blades could slice a tomato paper-thin as well, or bone a slaughtered cow, and he only needed to sharpen them once a decade.  He wondered what would happen if he leaned across the table and drove this knife into the body of the demon. 

Comments

[wcg.livejournal.com]

I'd like one of those kitchen knives.

[jhetley.livejournal.com]

You might prefer his sword-cane.

[wcg.livejournal.com]

Ooohhh... yes, I suspect I would.