Conan snarled a soft curse he had heard from his father.

She heard a scrape and a soft curse as someone found the space between the stones too narrow.

A large bang echoed in the room, followed by a soft curse.

With a soft curse be rose and began to run along the cliff edge, looking for a way to climb down.

He looked up and noted the time with a soft curse.

With a soft curse he moved to intercept the youth.

The silence following her words seemed to spin out for a very long time, then she heard a soft curse.

With a soft curse he backed out onto the roof, and ran to the edge of the building.

He whispered a soft curse and sat back on his heels.

A curse, soft and vile, floated out of him as he put some space between them.