A voice sliced through his thoughts as if it could read his mind.

Her voice sliced through the air like a razor.

The Captain's voice sliced through her half-asleep state of mind.

Clint's voice sliced through the room as she turned back to him.

A moment later, however, Chekov's voice, high pitched with excitement, sliced through the air.

A woman's voice sliced through al-Rashid's joy like a hot blade.

The voice of the lieutenant at the science station sliced through the half-dozen other voices on the bridge.

The voice from the door sliced through her memories.

Her voice was thin and enraged and sliced across the room.

Her voice shredded the silence and sliced through him like a hot blade.