breadknife
bread knife

I scratched a mark on the bottom one with the breadknife.

But during it I felt the cut of the breadknife on my arm, up just past the elbow.

You find a breadknife but you keep the umbrella too.

He turned round, half-expecting her to be holding a breadknife.

With the handle of the breadknife she had rapped a tattoo on it, but without result.

Something told her that at times like these a good sharp breadknife was probably the best friend a girl could have. '

The Breadknife was formed when hot magma spread through a soft rock.

She pulled her stool up to the table, but the old woman waved the breadknife at her.

And he cut his throat with a breadknife."

The shortest walk completely around the Breadknife is hard and steep, taking roughly five hours to complete.

The snake's head was trapped in the door and the Beetle walked through from the kitchen, carrying a breadknife.

My arm just starting to hurt now, but I managed the straps alright, cutting them with the breadknife.

The first shape laughed, a snick of sound like a breadknife being drawn across someone's windpipe.

Climbing on the Breadknife has since been banned, to protect the walking track along its base from rockfall.

Brid coming out from behind the settee, clutching a breadknife.

I was watching all this from out on the landing, through the now wide-open door, with the breadknife still clutched, tight, in my right hand.

She was wearing serviceable black, and concealed about her person were a number of hatpins and a breadknife.

Wilt put the breadknife on the magnetic holder next to the Sabatier ones.

Dogboy had a breadknife in his paws, and he was cutting chunks from the Thing's stomach.

Then he was facing Collier; and, strangely, the breadknife was held by the blade now instead of by the handle.

The series takes place in Australia, with the village being located in the shadow of The Breadknife.

"You dare try anything with that blunt old breadknife, and I'll spear your gizzard before you can blink an eye!"

A breadknife, rising from the cake of soap buttoned beneath his shirt, appeared to be stuck deep in his chest.

I brought my right hand up, and backwards, in a sweeping arc, the breadknife lodged solid in my fingers.