“She whispered, 'C'etait la Verite?' Was that Verity? Or perhaps she just meant, Was that the truth? Was it true? Did any of it really happen? Were the last three hours real? 'Yes,' I whispered back. 'Oui. C'etait la verite.”

“Thank you," she whispered, "for keeping yourself alive, soldier."
"You're welcome," he whispered back.”

“Will ye come with me?” he whispered.

And she answered without hesitation. “Yes, please.”

“she whispered.
I took a deep breath, I said, blinking back tears.”

“Please," she whispered as she opened the book, "please get me out of here just for an hour or so, please take me far, far away”

“I trust you, Jared," she whispered. "I always did. I love you, Master.”

“When you were called, did you answer or did you not? Perhaps softly and in a whisper?”

“The rain battered the cottage. Valkyrie risked a look up at Skulduggery.
“What is it?” she whispered.
“It’s a box,” he whispered back.
“What kind of box?”
“A wooden one.”
She gave him a look.”

“My philosophy is that, in life, you have to want something. If you just say "la-la-la" and go through life without a goal, nothing will happen.”

“"Never, never!" whispered she. "What we did had a consecration of its own."”