A Clash of Kings - Narration

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Description

Audiobook sample of Book 2 of A Song of Ice and Fire

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Accents

North American (US General American - GenAM) North American (US Mid-Atlantic)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
the door to crash. Just keep was made of two flaps of deer hide John shoved between them stooping the passing of the low. Little two dozen of the chief Rangers had preceded him, and we're standing around the fire pit in the center of the dirt floor with puddles collected about their boots. The whole stink of soot, dung and wet dog there was heavy with smoke, yet somehow still damp rain leaked through the smoke hold on the roof. It was all a single room with a sleeping loft above. Reached by a pair of splintery ladders, John remembered how he'd felt the day they had left the wall. Nervous is a maiden, but eager to glimpse the mysteries and wonders beyond each new horizon. Well, here's one of the wonders he thought to himself, gazing about the squalid, foul smelling hall. The acrid smoke was making his eyes water a pity that pip and towed can't see the all they're missing. Craster sat above the fire, the only man to enjoy his own chair. Even Lord commander must seat himself on the common bench with his raven muttering on his shoulder. Yaman buck well stood behind, dripping from patched male and shiny wet leather beside thorns on wood and little late, Sir Jeremy's heavies, breastplate, unstable trim, cloak, Craster, sheepskin jerkin and cloak of sone skins made of shabby contrast. But around one thick wrist was a heavy ring that had the glint of gold. He looked to be a powerful men, Oh, well into the winter of his days. Now, his mane of hair gray going white, a flat nose and a drooping mouth gave him a cruel look, and one of his ears was missing. So this is a wildling. John remembered old man's tales of the savage folk who drank blood from human skulls. Craster seemed to be drinking a thin yellow beer from a chipped stone cup. Perhaps he had not heard the stories. Ghost stay. He commanded the door to crash. Just keep was made of two flaps of deer hide. John shoved between them, stooping the passing of the low Little two dozen of the chief Rangers had preceded him, and we're standing around the fire pit in the center of the dirt floor, with puddles collected about their boots, the whole stink of soot, dung and wet dog. There was heavy with smoke, yet somehow still damp rain leaked through the smoke hold on the roof. It was all a single room with a sleeping loft above. Reached by a pair of splintery ladders, John remembered how he'd felt the day they had left the wall. Nervous is a maiden, but eager to glimpse the mysteries and wonders beyond each new horizon.