Weitzel Audio Book demo

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Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

Accents

North American (General)

Transcript

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Tom Weitzel. Narrator. This Is From The Right Madness, by James Crumley. I was halfway up the walk to the back door when the muffled but clearly horrified screams leaked out of it. I didn't pause. I had a copy of the key but couldn't find it quickly enough. It took five or six kicks to break the lock out of the door frame. When I crashed inside, the secretary stood in the opposite doorway, shrieking like a madwoman. The office was a shambles. Sheila Miller's naked body lay on the couch. She would never have to worry about her face again. After the first glance, I didn't look back. Max. Favorite baseball battle a blood stained on the floor beside her, and Mac was nowhere to be found. This is from the girl with feet that could see by face of Frank every year. When the travelling Mystery Circus came to a defunct coal town in upstate New York, Melinda's mother dragged her to the freak show. They passed the feral child, the snake lady, the fat man, the dwarf, the human torso and the monster until they found the empty booth donated by her mother's church. Then Melinda's mother blindfolded her with Kirch chief and Mallika took off her socks and shoes and laid down with her feet toward the audience. The crowd held up dimes and watches, don't sticks of gum and pearl necklaces and stuffed animals and computer parts in Accordions. Mallika wiggled her toes and told them what they were holding. She was the girl with feet that could see this is from a hole in the ground owned by a liar by Daniel Pine. The fat man stared at Lee Doug, Dear Lee Garrison. They shook hands. That's going to buy a goldmine. Lee bought it on eBay. Excuse me. I bought it from this ad on eBay. Doug was staring again. I know that sounds stupid, but the seller seem legit. Your own private slice of heaven, Doug said. If I could find it, Lee added, Doug, dear had, ah, high school class ring wedged on his finger and smelled of mildew. Um, Old Spice Lee started to wonder about the wisdom of letting him in on the hunt Lee. But your boots back on. I'll drive