The blade trembled as Mat strained to reach her with it.

Sure enough, the blade was trembling slightly.

The blade trembled like caged lightning in the bright sun.

The blade trembled in an unfamiliar hand.

The heavy blade, gleaming and sharp, trembled within inches of his face.

The blade trembled in her hands; still she did not lower it.

The blade trembled in his hand, but his gnome fingers still curled inward around it as though clasping a throat.

The big blade trembled in the sky.

The blade trembled an inch from the boy's nose.

The blade trembled and he grunted for emphasis.