Echoed

I just echoed his opinion.

The valley echoed with his call.

Her laughter echoed through the house.

It echoed desolate.

The sound of a gunshot echoed across the canyon.

Her tears and her prayers echoed through the dark void that surrounded the tormented captive soul.

Her voice echoed in the hallway.

Her voice echoed through the silent house.

The cry echoed.

Then a long, agonized, writhing neck shot upward and a dreadful cry echoed over the moor. It turned me cold with horror, but my companion’s nerves seemed to be stronger than mine.