It was Tuvok, in the barest sliver of a thought.

All he could see was the barest sliver of balata, like a bald spot peeking through a thick thatch of poa annua grass.

Alain shook his glass slightly-just enough to make the ice tinkle- and Roland responded with the barest sliver of a nod.

Sadd stopped, skidding a little on a bare sliver.

Tau Ceti was showing a bare sliver of red to the east, and the air was pleasantly chill.

Within its confines, as seen through the leafless branches of the hedge, granite cenotaphs and enormous Victorian monuments bulked shapelessly against the bare sliver of a waning moon.

The moon was a bare sliver in the sky, but there were hundreds of stars out, dotting the heavens.

And he took over at a time when most magazines that purport to address any subject of intellectual substance - among them, The New Republic, Harper's Magazine, The Atlantic Monthly and The New Yorker - are either supported by foundations or corporations or eke out only the barest slivers of profit.