Alfred was singing the runes to himself, his voice raised in the high-pitched nasal whine that seemed to pierce right through Haplo's head.

Miss Harry sang everything splendidly, her voice sounding rich and full, backed by an intense, storming quartet.

The priest began to sing a sacred song, his voice and rhythm strangely like Thorvin's.

He sang: his tuneless voice pleased no one but himself, but there was no one else to hear it.

Bowing to his audience, he began to sing, his voice comic no longer.

The fine was the scrape of samba and even voice had almost equally finite sang her little voice and melodious.

Hope I didn't call too early," Sharon sang, her own voice full of sunshine.

"I don't pass the night well without fado," he sang, his voice clear and sonorous.

Dadon introduced each song in a timid squeak of broken English, but when she sang her voice was majestic.

He sings, his hoarse, limited voice giving the sound of a man reduced to pleading.