Across to where the knife lay, up, and back toward him in one fluid motion.

The discarded knife lay somewhere on the floor near my feet, I thought.

The knife lay where she'd flung it, shining on the ground.

The knife lay on her palm, dull in the dark.

The human's eyes measured the distance between himself and the knife, then wisely lay still.

Saavik would take the knife then lay about her with it.

The knife lay just about two hand spans beyond her fingertips.

Several knives lay in the fire as well, the steel glowing red.

The knife the man had held now, lay on the carpet.

A long knife lay not far from his outflung hand.