The ringing echo of his voice faded, leaving only the constant sound of dripping water as they moved deeper into the mine.
It seemed to come from behind them but it could have been anything—a dislodged rock, an echo of their own movements.
The echo of little voices inspired several snickers from around them.
Nothing to echo off of, she supposed.
The only response was the echo of an unanswered ring.
But the answer was an echo of footsteps, retreating down the hall and thumping up the stairs.
His groan brought an echo from the depths of her soul and she pressed closer.
His words were an echo of Death's assertion. They struck Kris bone-deep. Kiki's doubt was apparent for the second time that day. Kris watched Kiki pass him and disappear through the portal to the underworld. Kris stepped through, distracted from his dark thoughts by the new world. They stood on a small rise overlooking a jungle-like forest edged in the distance by an ocean of black water.
He listened, but heard only the echo of his call.