Carved from cold and cunning craft, a sleek sliver that slices shadows, whispered by witches in the heart of night.

We're no punching bags, but you're expected to hit us. If we slide silently past, there will be consequences. Some things can provide the ultimate consequence, But to describe those, you'll need to tack on an 's'.

Has hidden treasures, in secret kept, in silence sealed; the thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, whose charms were broken if revealed.

I have no voice and yet I speak to you, I tell of all things in the world that people do. I have leaves, but I am not a tree, I have pages, but I am not a bride or royalty. I have a spine and hinges, but I am not a man or a door, I have told you all, I cannot tell you more. What am I?

I'm the only fruit with my seeds on the outside, a fact many find strange and can't hide. I'm a member of the rose family, though I'm not a flower you see. Though red and sweet, I am not a true berry, but a treat that makes people very merry.