I have been working my way through the Anita Blake series for about a decade now....current book contains the gem below. Even funnier since we just had our knives out in a pizza place in Philly....
So I stepped out of the car on the rat king’s arm, like a
trophy wife – except for the wrist sheaths and the two folding knives hidden in
my clothing. Somehow I think trophy wives
wear more makeup and less cutlery. But,
hey, I haven’t ever met a trophy wife, maybe I’m wrong. Maybe they know what I know, that the true
way to a man’s heart is six inches of metal between his ribs. Sometimes four inches will do the job, but to
be really sure, I like to have six. Funny how phallic objects are always more
useful the bigger they are. Anyone who
tells you size doesn’t matter has been seeing too many small knives.
Narcissus in Chains – Laurell K. Hamilton