The voices of the guards, soft and hissing, slid through the night.

Rick was demanding, his voice sliding higher with each word.

A new voice, a relaxed, masculine drawl, slid into the silence.

Lan's voice slid across her concentration; she refused to let herself hear it.

He didn't shout, but his voice slid along her spine like the tip of a blade.

The voice slid under the sea of static and then came back stronger.

And when we do talk, it's so obvious that Her voice slid to a whisper.

It was glorious, the way his deep voice slid over her bare shoulder like a physical stroke.

Ra-Tenniel's voice slid into the silence of the room.

His voice trembled a little, and when he stopped his jaw slid around.