Audiobooks-Young Adult
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Audiobooks
Language
English (North American)
Description
Professional voice over demo by Kate Marcin hosted by Voices.com
Transcript
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This is from an ember in the ashes by Sebha. To here, the cramped streets and dusty markets of the scholars quarter blur past to me like the landscape of a nightmare. With each step, part of my brain shouts at me to turn around to go back to help Darren until the only word I can think is run. The soldiers come after me, but I have grown up among the squat mud brick houses of the quarter, and I lose my pursuers quickly. My panicked run turns to a stumble as I wander from alley to alley. Where do I go? What do I do? I need a plan, but I don't know where to start. Who can offer me help or comfort? My neighbors will turn me away, fearing for their own lives. My family is dead or imprisoned. My best friend, Zara, disappeared in a raid last year, and my other friends have their own troubles. And Darren taken dragged to an interrogation cell where the marshals will do who knows what to him. Have they begun the interrogations? I wonder what happened to me. You wonder how his sister could have left him distantly. I hear shouts and the thought of boots. If the soldiers are still looking for me, I'm not safe here. I head into the streets, losing myself. In the thickening morning crowds, I stopped arrest in an alley slick with sewage. The black smoke curls up from the other side of the quarter, paling as it rises into the hot sky. My home burning Nan's jams pops medicines, Darren's drawings, my books gone. Everything I am gone, not everything, lion. Not Darren. A great squats in the centre of the alley, just a few feet away from me. Like all greats in the quarter, it leads down into the catacombs home. Two skeletons, ghosts, rats, thieves. Impossibly, the resistance. The resistance, I realized, might help me. My home was raided and burned to the ground. My family killed. If I can find the resistance and explain what happened, maybe they could help me break Darren free from prison. Not just because they owe me, but because they live by is not a code of honor. As old as the scholar people. The rebel leaders are the best of the scholars, the bravest. My parents taught me that before the empire killed them. If I ask for aid, the resistance won't turn me away. I step toward the great
This is from an ember in the ashes by Sebha. To here, the cramped streets and dusty markets of the scholars quarter blur past to me like the landscape of a nightmare. With each step, part of my brain shouts at me to turn around to go back to help Darren until the only word I can think is run. The soldiers come after me, but I have grown up among the squat mud brick houses of the quarter, and I lose my pursuers quickly. My panicked run turns to a stumble as I wander from alley to alley. Where do I go? What do I do? I need a plan, but I don't know where to start. Who can offer me help or comfort? My neighbors will turn me away, fearing for their own lives. My family is dead or imprisoned. My best friend, Zara, disappeared in a raid last year, and my other friends have their own troubles. And Darren taken dragged to an interrogation cell where the marshals will do who knows what to him. Have they begun the interrogations? I wonder what happened to me. You wonder how his sister could have left him distantly. I hear shouts and the thought of boots. If the soldiers are still looking for me, I'm not safe here. I head into the streets, losing myself. In the thickening morning crowds, I stopped arrest in an alley slick with sewage. The black smoke curls up from the other side of the quarter, paling as it rises into the hot sky. My home burning Nan's jams pops medicines, Darren's drawings, my books gone. Everything I am gone, not everything, lion. Not Darren. A great squats in the centre of the alley, just a few feet away from me. Like all greats in the quarter, it leads down into the catacombs home. Two skeletons, ghosts, rats, thieves. Impossibly, the resistance. The resistance, I realized, might help me. My home was raided and burned to the ground. My family killed. If I can find the resistance and explain what happened, maybe they could help me break Darren free from prison. Not just because they owe me, but because they live by is not a code of honor. As old as the scholar people. The rebel leaders are the best of the scholars, the bravest. My parents taught me that before the empire killed them. If I ask for aid, the resistance won't turn me away. I step toward the great