Jas Patrick

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Jas Patrick

Category Audiobooks
Language English (North American)
Voice Age Middle Aged (35-54)
Description Here are some short selections from popular fiction genres of books.
Jas demonstrates dialogue, characters, narration and bringing emotion to the words.
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Transcript Note: Transcripts are automatically transcribed and may contain errors.
This is from legacy of the Dro Collector's edition buy are a salvatori. Nearly three decades have passed since I left my homeland, a small measure of time, of the reckoning of the drone health, but a period that seems a lifetime to me, all that I desired will believe that I desired. When I walked out of Men's O barras ends, Dark Cavern was a true home, a place of friendship in peace, where I might hang my scimitars above the mantle of a warm half and share stories with trusted companions. I have found all that now beside Bruno in the hallowed halls of his youth. We prosper. We have peace. I wear my weapons on Lee. On my five day journeys between Mithril Hall and Silvery Moon was I roam. I do not doubt no dough. I ever lament my decision to leave the vile world of men's o barras in, but I'm beginning to believe now in the endless, quiet and peace that my desires at that critical time were founded in the inevitable longing of inexperience. I had never known that calm existence I so badly wanted. I cannot deny that my life is better 1000 times better than anything I ever knew in the underdog. And yet I cannot remember the last time I felt the anxiety, the inspiring fear of impending battle, the tingling that can come on Lee when an enemy is near or challenge must be met. The Gun Slinger by Stephen King The gun slinger spit did the rabbit wordlessly and roasted it. Savoury smell drifted up as the sun went down. Purple shadows drifted hungrily over the bowl where the man in black had chosen to finally face him. The gun slinger felt hunger begin to rumble endlessly in his belly has the rabbit brown. But when the meat was cooked in, its juices sealed in, he handed the entire skewer wordlessly to the man in black, rummaged in his own nearly flattened opsec and withdrew the last of his jerky. It was salty, painful to his mouth and tasted like tears. So worthless gesture, the man in black said, managing the sound, angry and amused at the same time. Nevertheless, the gun slinger said there were tiny sores in his mouth. The result of vitamin deprivation and the salt taste made him grin bitterly. How are you afraid of enchanted meat. Yes, the man in black slipped his hood back. The gun slinger looked at him silently. In a way, the face of the man in black was an uneasy disappointment. It was handsome and regular, with none of the marks and twist, which indicate a person who has been through awesome times and has been privy to great and unknown secrets. His hair was black and of a ragged, matted length. His forehead was high, his eyes dark and brilliant. His nose was nondescript. The lips were full in central. His complexion was palette, as was the gunslingers own, he said. Finally, I expected an older man. Not necessary. I am nearly a multiple. I could have taken a face that you more expected, of course, but I elected to show you the one I was born with. See Gun slinger. The sunset. The sun had departed already, and the western sky was filled with a sullen furnace light. You won't see another sunrise for what may seem like a very long time, the man in black said softly. The gun slinger remembered the pit under the mountains and then looked at the sky where the constellation sprawled and clock spring profusion doesn't matter, he said softly. No. For 200 years, theologians between the Human League and the Sentinels has remained intact. The galaxy has known a kind of peace. Until the reapers came in 34 50 Hark on three was obliterated by a lightning fast orbital strike, which left the normally peaceful garden world a shattered radioactive slag. Now a small ships such as the sector for survivors and for any clue as to who or what the Reapers are and why they came.