After all these years," she said, her voice aching with protest, "why should he fall victim now to such scum?
His voice was gentle and ached with obvious sympathy.
Her supernaturally pretty voice ached, but it didn't twang.
When he spoke, his voice ached with trouble.
His voice ached in the room.
His voice echoed and ached through the deserted gulf and Renark lived that moment forever.
When she went on, her voice ached like Morn's arm.
Her voice was aching and lost, with an agonizing resurgence of familiar pain, made strange only by renewed intensity.
Ivy said, her voice raised so she could be heard over the pixies yammering in the corner loud enough to make my eyeballs ache.