At one point they held hands for a moment and whispered to each other.

A moment later, the door whispered open and we went inside.

The man whispered his answer, as if he was talking inside a church.

Play him at his own game, a small voice whispered.

In a low voice I whispered to him my plan.

I heard him, though he whispered with his back to me.

When she whispered his name, he did not seem to hear.

A voice whispered on the other side of the door.

Use your looks, a little voice whispered in her head.

He whispered the words, making him remember the night everything had gone wrong.

And to each of them she had whispered the same thing.

I whispered, and again turned my head to the side.

But as he moved from her, she whispered his name.

She knew what to do next, the god whispered in her heart.

I want to be with you, whispered the voice inside her head.

She nearly whispered those words then held them back at the last second.

You could do the same, he whispered through her head.

A little voice in the back of her head whispered she was out already.

I whispered back, not sure he would even be able to hear me.

The people all whispered about having seen the great man himself.

She turned to the girl next to her and whispered.

I whispered, not sure whether he could still hear me.

Because you are a King now, whispered a small voice in his mind.

And each person whispered to another what the child had said.

Behind him one or two of the children whispered something.

Her voice was light and almost a whisper, but not quite.

But in recent days, my friends, they have done more than whisper.

He tried again and the words came, but only in a whisper.

She knew her voice was little more than a whisper.

Hard to be sure, with only a whisper to go on.

I said at last, but my voice was only a whisper.

Without even a whisper of sound, he left the room.

But even in her head, the thought was only a whisper.

His whisper was almost too low for me to hear.

Though he does seem to hear whispers, and know what they mean.

She tried the name out to herself in a whisper.

I had to work to keep my voice a whisper.

His voice was hard to hear over the phone, almost a whisper.

The words came out in a whisper, her voice gone.

Her whisper came out of the dark, like a voice from another world.

He had not heard any whisper of sound in the house so far.

Which gave me an idea to take up with Whisper.

I already got a plan in front of Whisper, for something else.

He called her name, his deep voice but a whisper.

Up until today, their voice has been but a whisper.

With the Power in him, he could hear every whisper.

If you answer my questions in anything but a whisper.

His voice was no more than a whisper in the dark.

Just a whisper of a voice came from the room.

And he had heard the whispers in the room next door.

Whispered voice from the top of the stairs.

Whispered orders told Harry Vincent what to do.

Whispered orders from messengers sent here by gang leaders were frequently the cause for prompt departures.

Whispered orders in the dark.

Whispered orders came from The Shadow's hidden lips.

Whispered orders went out, and the woodlanders moved back, blending into the green shade and mottled shadow.

Whispered orders ended.

Dave Huddleston - upright bass on "Whispered Words"

She never fully tapped her Whispered capabilities before being killed by the Amalgam agent Kurama, but did resonate with Kaname Chidori after her death.

Nami - A Southeast Asian Whispered girl who fell in love with Sousuke Sagara in the novel Burning One Man Force.

It is also speculated the knowledge found within her may have led to the construction of TDD-1, due to the fact that Gauron refers to the existence of a Whispered knowledgeable in the field of submarine construction.

Kaname Chidori experienced such an attack while escaping from Gauron in North Korea (Siberia in the anime), but gained control of her Whispered powers in time to help Sousuke Sagara first utilize a Lambda Driver.

Whispered eagle, whispered raven, and at last, fluttering to their hands with a susurration, a wash of blowing weather from summers yet to come, with a last whir and exhalation, whispered hawk.