“Pyscho,' Flynt says, pounding a fist hard into his chair. 'Ouch”
“Ouch. “Bite me.”Jai grinned slyly and looked up at her from under his lashes. “Just tell me how hard.”
“Wolgast leaned back in his chair and realized how exhausted he was. It always came upon him like this, like the sudden unclenching of a fist.”
“Not being the sort to throw a book, she pounded her fist on her cushion.”
“He swore quietly and shook his head. He tried to see some logic in the situation. His deep, angry growl echoed in the room, multiplied by the walls and ceilings. “Damn!” Jatred pounded his fist on his thigh. “She fooled me again.”
“There is a sound to waiting. It sounds like held breath pounding its fists against the walls of the lung, damp and muffled beats.”