Blades of grass brushed his cheek, and he smelled the musty odor of earth.

Blade brushed the sand off his arms and looked at the distant circle again.

Blade brushed past us without a word, his anger trailing behind him like a loose coat.

Blade rose to his feet and brushed grass and dirt off his bare skin.

Those guards not too badly wounded seemed too stunned to resist as Blade brushed past them: Then he reached the first of the Menel.

Blade brushed past him and pulled himself through the door.

Blade brushed it aside and put his own steel through the man's throat, just at the collarbone, a terrible downward thrust that carried through flesh and bone and arteries and embedded the point six inches in the earth.

Blade stood up and brushed the straw from his fine new clothes.

Blade made a sling for the firepot, brushed aside ashes to find glowing embers, and half filled the pot.