The echoes rolled away into a new silence, except it wasn't really silent at all, Eddie realized.

The ground shook, and the echoes rolled through the forest, frightening the birds from the trees.

The echoes rolled away into the predawn gloom like reluctant applause.

The echoes rolled away, like trucks moving off down the street.

The echoes of the shot rolled across the plains.

The echoes, the echoes of much death, rolled to and fro across the valley.

For long seconds, echoes rolled around the rim of the horizon.

Then he threw his head back and roared with laughter until the echoes rolled around the forest.

A shout and the echoes of it rolled around the walls.

"Now, you can let your ship lift without you," he continued, feeling the echoes roll back to him from the wall of the building.