What is "deft"

Usage examples of "deft".

His armor gaped open, and, with a deft twist of his wrist, Basse threw the dagger, an underhand motion, a flat trajectory, powerful and true, he had practiced since he was six.

Thauglor backbeat his wings once, curled the tips to steer and brake for one last, deft instant, and landed delicately on the great bole, his talons closing with almost fastidious care.

The Kid sat back against the cushions while Bill Brakey piloted the car with deft skill.

And look you, David, if he be not in condition when he cometh home to Utterbol, thou shalt pay for it in one way or other, if not in thine own person, since thou art old, and deft of service, then through those that be dear to thee.

Its stutter-step around two cardboard tiers of Cape cranberries was discouragingly deft.

With one deft movement her hips slipped back and forth, impaling herself securely upon his well-hardened shaft.

I consider that your lot have demonstrated wise and deft statecraft through the years and may save us all from a lot of the nonsense attendant on the vanity and, er, lustier side of the Obarskyr monarchs.

Joe Blades for his deft editing, and to Jean Naggar and her associates for all that they do.

Life was as savorless as the makeshift food his harassed mother put upon her table, and King was uncertain if the capacity to care for any good woman again was deft in him.

One was that Kozinski had been killed by a deft or lucky amateur, or maybe a semipro hired by a jealous girlfriend or outraged husband or unpaid plumber or whatever.

She swaddled his shoulders, applied the suds, sharpened the razor and shaved him with deft strokes, all in five minutes.

With a deft twist of the ulo, she cut off a slice and savored each bite of this, the most nourishing part of the animal.

Their deft, callused feet slapped and splashed along the piled-stone pathways, immune to bruises and the lapping icy water.

A field flux of the singularity executed a deft Dedekind Cut between a pair of seconds whose interval we traversed, transporting us to a timeless space where we dawdled, showered, ate, drank, diddled, and did it again while no customers were kept waiting or could be as we did it in her room atop the iron stair, skins of her former selves proudly displayed upon the wall.

Never have I seen defter turns of the knife, a more precise point at which pain draws the shades of consciousness.