I meant to drive the knife into my heart that night.

I caught her wrist before she could drive the knife into me.

Blade decided to drive the knife in a little deeper.

Who drove the knife at me for thinking he might be Man?

I twisted, just too late; she drove the knife into my side.

He remembered Crane driving the knife through the back of his hand.

Burton, t seems, had already killed one man and driven his knife into another.

I came up off the ground and drove the knife into his groin.

Cramped the big man's head hard back as he drove his knife deep into kidney.

I drove my knife through his right hand, pinning it to the floor.