“Got tight on absinthe last night. Did knife tricks.”
“She looked at the knife, her throat tight with emotion. No roses or rings with him, but a knife with feathers carved into the handle. A knife that was part of him. She couldn't accept it.”
“Fear of the Locksmiths and Skellow’s thumb-cutting knife flooded Mosca but did not fill her. Somehow there was room in her core for an angry little knot of excitement, tight and fierce as a pike’s grin.”
“It did not last long. It is only in the movies that knife fighters stab and miss and slash and miss and tussle over several city blocks.”
“I got an alibi, just in case you think I did it. Tighter than a crab's ass, and that is air tight.”
“Aww, did we masturbate through the tears last night?”