As she stepped into the armory in the corner of the large garage, she was struck by the care he took of the large collection.
The armory was not the collection of a wealthy connoisseur; this was the personal armory of a man accustomed to killing often.
He'd trained her to use many of the weapons and encouraged her to visit the armory, even when she was young and too weak to lift a sword.
As he pulled on the last of his clothes and crossed to his armory, a small, black velvet box nestled between two daggers drew his attention.
It was dark. The dual moons of the underworld were high overhead, another sign she hadn't slept more than an hour or two. The trees overhead hissed as the branches moved like snakes in a soft breeze. Gabriel held out a hand and pulled her up, silent despite his size and small armory of weapons.
Thus charged on the silver bend, it makes bad armory and it is worthy of note that, although the grant of it is clearly to the duke and his heirs in fee simple, Howards of all branches descending from the duke bear it in their shields, even though all right to it has long passed from the house to the duke's heirs general, the Stourtons and Petres.