“... and her voice cut through the noise like a scythe through a poodle.”
“Her eyes were distant, and she seemed to be listening to that voice that first told her the story, a mother, sister, or aunt. Then her voice, like her singing, cut through the crickets and crackling fire.”
“Sienna's voice has been known to cut through solid steel.”
“What colour was her scythe?""Sadly, I wasn't able to take the time to appreciate its subtle hues as it tore through my skin.”
“My sword can cut through butter like water. Likewise, my tongue can cut through the logic of love.”
“A roar cut through the melee: a booming growl, a noise that might come out of a she-bear protecting a cub. It was Alec- and suddenly bodies were flying everywhere.”