Testing them with a finger, he was satisfied. They were sharp enough… if he could get some power behind them.
"Gary," said Caroline, and her voice was almost a whimper.
He swung around.
"There's no cord, Gary. I've looked everywhere.”
No cord!
"Everywhere?" he asked.
She nodded. "There isn't any. I looked everywhere.”
Clothing, he thought, desperately. Strips torn from their clothing. But that would be worse than useless. It would unravel, come apart between his fingers when he needed it the most. Leather? Leather was too stiff to start with, and it would stretch. Wire? Too stiff and no zip to it.
He let the bow-stick fall from his hands, reached up to wipe his face.
"It's getting hot in here," he said.