Mean You No Harm
She threw one of her knitting needles across the room right through the duck's chest. the duck emitted an eerie, squeaky quack as her eyes rolled back into her head.
Little Miss Chaperon-Rouge
Psycho bitch chaperon-rouge (she was a pretty but certifiably insane young lady) slowly approached the bed, one glowing knitting needle in each double-gloved hand. "so where is it...granny?" she hissed, yanking down the gag.
The Mind Killer
Holding onto the centipede with one hand, she stuck her two knitting needles and her wood carving knife in the behemoth's head.
Scorched Earth
\*\*\* to a casual observer, the way jackie held her knitting needles and carving knife in three of her four hands may have made it look as if they'd been just about to fall between her fingers. "well, pangaea..."
Phone Home
My knitting needles and yarn?" she offered weakly. "the commission doesn't need your needles and yarn, jackie."
Adrift
A second pair of arms came into view when only a couple of meter kept us apart, clutching an old set of knitting needles, they moved with surprising agility into complicated patterns with an ease i had never seen, at one time it looked like a start, then it
The Wolf at the Door
Her withered fingers still worked the knitting needles fervently. this late at night, the fire in the hearth struggled to keep her breath from being visible. despite this, the backfisch just sat on her wobbly stool, not shivering in the slightest.
A Father's Love, Chapter Five
I wondered if it would be such a horrible thing if she should sit on one of my knitting needles. "keep it up, i'll get the tea and biscuits," miss bailie said. then josh came in. "get out!" i hissed.
Die A Thousand Deaths
Current arced between the roach's knitting needles. "but macha dragged me back again, she's partners with ankylowatt now, and the commission set me up with my very last enforcer... ghost." "wait, our ghost?" but how?
Cockroach Motherfuckers
She was using her knitting needles to drill holes through two small wooden spheres that she'd carved before. "makes sense," fran nodded. she should probably figure out how to fly one of these things at some point, she thought.
Seven Years Later: Prologue
She sat upright, and in her worn bony looking hands were a pair of knitting needles, working on what looked like the beginning of a scarf. the origin of the yarn she worked with was a wicker basket, that opened on two ends.
Let Them Eat Cake
Her shudder almost made her drop her knitting needles and carving knife as it ran all the way through her from head to toe.