I don't know exactly why, but when I read this I thought of our friend Mr. Brust. I know I've got his eddress around here somewhere, so I'll sent it to him RSN, but until then I figured I'd mention it here.
The Senior Assassin pressed himself against the wall as Buddy's footsteps grew louder.
He gripped his knife at waist height. No one who knew anything about knives ever used the famous overarm stabbing motion so beloved of illustrators. It was amateurish and inefficient. A professional would strike upward; the way to a man's heart was through his stomach.
—Terry Pratchett, Soul Music, HarperPrism, New York, 1995, page 284.