K Beau Foster

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K Beau Foster

Category Audiobooks
Language English (North American)
Voice Age Young Adult (18-35)
Description This demo showcases multiple characters and narration styles
Transcript Note: Transcripts are automatically transcribed and may contain errors.
the nerve all the time I'd put in should have counted for something. The years, the effort. In the end, I was seemingly no better than common street trash. So what if I tried to take over the place? Getting thrown back down to Earth without a reason or goodbye Felt bad enough. I didn't even get a a pack of smokes and some walking cash. It was the disrespect that hurt the most. This place sucked. I wanted to go back to ****. A demon like myself deserved better. Curled up on my side on a stretch of damp pavement, I felt like a cancer patient undergoing chemotherapy. My stomach felt sick and heavy. Even my bones vibrated like a tuning fork. Eventually, though, I managed to roll onto my back, high above me. Framed by the squalid buildings that made up the alley, the crescent moon looked like a very pale. But Joe opened his eyes car and drove out of the parking lot. As headlights splashed over him, Joe detected motion behind their glare. The car entered the street in. A skinny man marched away from the restaurant carrying a sizable black bag. He recalled the giant woman of the trailer court, her bag and ice cream and fish sticks, among other miracles. Joe's stomach tickled his legs. Time he studied the surrounding terrain. The man walked deeper in the parking lot away from Joe toward a square structure. Three sides were solid blocks, but the front was chain Link Joe back from under the bare grass and angle across the road. When was the last time you've eaten a decent meal? He asked her quietly. The woman's mouth was so full she could barely speak. I cannot recall, my Lord, she said. Martin must have it watched carefully. That was some time ago by my Lord. What did you have to eat? She swallowed the enormous bite in a mouth as she thought, seriously, on this question. There was goose, she said, and we had bread that have been made sweet with honey. It was delicious in nodded faintly, watching his spoon more peas into a mouth. His thoughts moved from a situation into her appearance. Once again, his initial observations of her were not incorrect, but she was quite lovely, and beneath all of that dirt she was a skinning as a child from what he could see. The world I know is flooded. The water's black. You don't go in the water, you don't touch it. If you dio, it will get you drag you down and you're gone. You're only safe from the Blackwater and boats or on land. At least if you're human. The sundered could do anything they want in the water. Who knows why I believe the world wasn't always this way that once there was land that stretched forever and water that held no danger. But that doesn't send me apart. What sets me apart makes me different is I believe it can go back to that be Harry Toddy. One of my younger travelers points It's something. He straddles the Blackwater, each boot on a different tuft, standing with the easy balance. We must all learn or else we die. There's something over there. I hate the Tufts knobs of land sticking out of the water, covered with limp grass like dirty hair. If there are a lot of them, we have to carry the boats coming. Hold on. Balancing my skiff on my back, I hopped toward him, nodding at my travelers who moved other tough. So there's room for me to leap past