Audiobook Acting: Reign of Blood by Alexia Purdy

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Reign of Blood by Alexia Purdy, is a thriller of a story. The story is from the point of view of 17 year-old, April. She is one of the last remaining humans left on Earth, surrounded by vampires. Her mother and brother are kidnapped and she must find all the courage she has to not only find them, but rescue them, and herself. This audiobook is available for purchase.

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Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Accents

North American (General)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
the sun peeked like a sliver of gold over the eastern mountains, aptly named Sunrise Mountain, and the first pop and rattle of explosions began. The earth shook as it vibrated through the dirt and concrete, sending puffs of debris and particles into the air. I covered my head, afraid one of the thick fragments of cement would find its way to me. Smaller rocks and sprays of concrete littered the ground and rained onto us. I was relieved to have worn my thin jacket for the shards, and pebbles would have cut up my arms on their way down. When the cascade of debris was done, it was time to run. We ran into the building, pushing the shattered doors to the side, drawing weapons. I pulled my bow out first and began sending arrows sailing into the darkness. Wherever I saw movement, I would run out of arrows quickly, but it cleared my path effectively. As I made my way into the crumbling mess of the casino floor. Everything in the place was upturned and literally almost impassable. Old dusty slots, stools and card tables were knocked to the ground, blocking the path. I kicked a few stools out of my way. As I sent arrow after arrow into the oncoming wave of feral vampires. There were so many of them pouring out like ants from an underground nest. Holes from the explosions riddled the roof and let the bright rays of sun poor in setting some of the unfortunate Farrell's on fire, crumbling them toe ash. Almost immediately, my quiver, now empty, ended up on the floor as I swung my boat uppercut one Farrell that had managed to avoid the Sunbeams shining down into the place. I hit him so hard with it, the bow snapped. I dropped it to the ground and pulled out both of my machetes. Gripping the hilts, I felt the adrenalin and blood surged within me. I felt invincible.