A reading of the book \"The Life And Extreme Dreams of Lana Hail\"

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A small reading from the book \"The Life and Extreme Dreams of Lana Hail\" by me Hokua oe Lopqi Lokki aka Katie Conner found on Amazon

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Language

English

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

Accents

North American (General)

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no life. Extreme dreams of Lana Hail by hoco Loki Loki Sit was sitting next to an open fire, slowly rotating angel that he had victoriously beaten in battle just hours prior. There was tightly bound and gagged with an appetite snugly into its mouth, which was obviously causing the little angel almost as much pain as the flames from the fire still alive and hardly bound to the artistry, including its wings, looking much like a stuck pig at a luau, this real squeal that it managed to get out. The pain and discomfort of the little angel gave the demon even more pleasure and delight, said Danson jeered as he turned his rotisserie baking angel kebab. He poked offer with his long, lanky, pointy tail. This should give me great honors with the dark masters. I mean, defeated an angel and then, of course, having devoured it to our sent an invitation for the dark of the Masters toe witness this momentous event and says, life. You, of course, whether you appreciate it or not, are the guest of honor, sits near wide showing his horribly razor sharp teeth. I bet you taste delicious as young as you are. Surely the divine power would let this little novice angel meet such a foul and wicked end has moment of hesitation. Lost it so much? Or was it the fact that it was too anxious and could not wait to go into battle? His teacher, the Arcangel, told it that patience was a virtue, and to be too anxious could be more of a sin than it was helpful had it since so horribly, that wouldn't be allowed entry back into heaven where the rest of its can Ah filed obtrusive wind began to rise, and even darker and more forbidding Hora hit the air an aura like nothing this old and novice angel had ever found in its young life or would ever likely get a chance to sense again at the little angel wasn't scared before it was definitely terrified. Now