But on one corner of the bright blade was a dull brown stain.

A bright blade of light cut across the room.

The bright blade the Fool had given me was still hanging on the wall.

Dark blood flowed over his fingers and down Rafael's bright blade.

I held the machete behind me, its bright blade hidden from the light.

Even his skin closed seamlessly behind the bright blade as it passed.

Down rushed the bright blade like a star through the night.

He picked up the hatchet, its blade bright now from use.

I saw the bright blade flash up, though its owner was still on the ground.

The girl crouched back, blade bright in front of her.