The word hissed in the white silence of his mind, cocooned away from the magic and me chaos.

His words hissed from fat, full lips upon a fine spray.

The word hissed from the oriental, his voice sibilant with fury.

"The words of a man with the heart of a weasel," she hissed.

The words hiss through Megaera's teeth and rattle in her mind.

The words hiss under her breath as she parries, giving ground.

Their words hissed like fat dripping from a spit on to a fire.

I feared I had been caught by another of their party, but the words hissed in my ear told me otherwise.

The last three words he hissed between clenched teeth.

The word hissed from my lips in low but fierce command.