Pain sliced into her legs and lower back as the weight on them shifted.

Pain sliced across Vaughn's head as one rock collided with his forehead.

Pain sliced through his entire chest, and his arms went briefly numb.

Pain sliced through her, the slow burn of ice seeping into her veins.

Pain sliced through her, long, ragged blades of it that had her crying out, rearing against his hands.

Pain sliced at my hand, blood slicked my palm.

Pain sliced through every cell in Wol's body.

Pain sliced through him and a terrible cold desolation.

Pain sliced through her, followed immediately by an equal storm of rage.

Pain sliced into her like a sharp knife, making her close her eyes helplessly.