Behind her, the boy's real voice was softly moaning.

Another voice moaned in dread's cold grasp, the sound like a chill finger on the back of my neck.

More than one voice moaned at that; the man who called himself Bors was not sure his own was not among them.

Earl's muffled voice moaned, "Just ten more minutes."

The first night, as the boy sat in his room, two voices from the corner of the room moaned into the night, complaining about the cold.

"You don't lose for 90 years by coincidence," that voice moaned.

Outside, a male voice moaned, barely audible over the noise of the wind and the waves.

"Arthur, why did you kill..." The voice moaned away into silence, and he struggled against the hands.

A voice moaned for her; eyes desired her.

A low voice was moaning words too faint to distinguish.