It was a sound that a merely mortal throat should not have been able to utter; it wound out of the quarry, mingled with the storm, caused the clouds to curdle into new and unpleasant shapes.

If I had not seen it with my own eyes, I would not have believed a mortal throat, a single boy, could utter such a sound-and I say that as one who endured the mourning wails of La Dolorosa for days on end.

She had heard that sound before, but never from a mortal throat!

Again and again, while listening to this long and singular address, Alvor seemed to catch in the tones of the voice that uttered it a supervening resonance, a vibration of overtones beyond the compass of a mortal throat.

Pick up a kitchen knife-for the place has such things, though God knows I never had need of a kitchen-and slit my mortal throat?

For his tale he resumed his human voice, accepted the stricture of a mortal throat with deliberate forbearance, as if he did not want his hearers to be swayed for the wrong reasons.

It vibrated upward into a shriek of wild elation that could have come from no mortal throat, and then it faded away, to be lost in the soughing of the dawn breeze and the echoes of the trumpet.

Faintly, as if from some unfathomable distance, came the echoes of roars too terrible to have come from mortal throats and of shrieks that spoke of torment and despair.

Ginger locked her teeth on Hathor's mortal throat.

And everywhere I saw pale mortal throats bared, boys and girls shoving their collars down and stretching their necks.