A sharp female face peered out, then the door opened fully.

The man opposite him was young, his face sharp, full of passion and intelligence.

He had a face like a wedge, sharp and intimidating.

These men had sharp faces with pointed noses and large eyes.

He was the smallest of us, but strong, with a sharp face behind his black beard.

The woman with the sharp face had taken off her glasses.

Another and similar future was in Jathelle*s sharp face and blue eyes.

He had a thin, sharp, clever face and cold blue eyes.

He stopped dead and listened intently, his sharp little face turned to one side.

He was at least ten years younger, maybe no more than twenty, with messy hair and a sharp face.