“The mage pulled my knife out of his side and looked at it. “Nice knife.” The voice was deep but female.I threw my second knife. The blade bit into the mage’s chest. Shit. Missed the neck. “Here, have another one.”

“My chest hurts...It hurts. The sound of his name is like a knife in my heart.”

“As I walked briskly out the road the wind knifed at my face, but this sun caressed the back of my neck.”

“Ethan stood there, his face blue and wrinkled, his lips pulled into a rictus grin. In one hand, he clutched a butcher knife. Blood splattered his hands and face. 'Mommy slipped,' he whispered, and plunged the knife into my leg”

“[He] was alone, which surprised me. But not as much as the wicked looking knife he pulled off the passenger's seat and brought out with him. It was the kind of blade that a steak knife dreamed of becoming someday. It was bigger than a cleaver, not quite broadsword size.Drew whistled. "How many box tops did he have to turn in for that?”

“The money" The girl stiffened at something she heard in his voice, something jagged and sharp, like words torn by the blade of a knife.”