Science Fiction and Fantasy, Female narrating Male Role
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)Transcript
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a black scabby rat scampered across the floor and took refuge beneath the table. It's nails scratched against the hay strewn floor, digging for food. Nothing. It's sniffed further along the ground, searching for anything into which it could sink its large teeth. Something moved and the rats red eyes latched onto it. It lunged and bit Ah, Ford and cried. He looked beneath the table and seeing the rats oversized teeth gnawing on his boot, brought his other foot down on the rodent's head with a crunch. I hate those things. Once they have a taste of blood, they won't relent. Knowing this place, it's probably what's in your soup and even looked down at his bowl. As steam rose in wisps and swirls. He sniffed it. It doesn't smell too bad. That's what two months on the road does to you, Ford and whispered behind his mug. Aren't you getting tired of this? We haven't found one person sympathetic to our cause. How much longer are we going to be out here and have been stirred his soup and glanced around the dimly lit hall. The corner they were huddled in wasn't dark enough. He thought too many prying eyes and intrusive noses. We knew this wasn't going to be easy, he said, turning back to Ford in. I at least thought it would be possible. Ford in took a sip of his cider. Every city and village we've entered has turned us away. Some of them we've barely made out with our lives. This has been pointless and of inside and rubbed his eyes, to be honest with you. Finding allies wasn't the only reason why I came out here Ford and lowered his mug. What are you talking about? There's another task I must attend to. The mug in Fordham's hand fell to the table with a clatter, drawing several of the patrons attention, gathering himself Ford and looked at them and smiled before leaning across the table toe. And even your father said we were to look for sympathizers. I heard it from his own mouth. He mentioned nothing else not to, you said, And even because this task isn't yours, and when were you going to tell me this? Asked Ford in. I'm telling you now, since this is where we will part, What do you mean? Part shot Ford in? You're not sending me back home like some sort of dog, and you're definitely not going on alone. I have one more thing to do before I join you back in air in it. What's this task of yours snapped Ford in. And why is it so secret? And even looked around the room, how dark this village seemed, how suspicious the people's faces appeared. He sat thinking, not saying anything as he watched the men puff on their pipes and the women whisper in their corners. Not here, he finally said. Then let's go Ford! And pushed his chair out from beneath him and followed. And even out of the end, a thin layer of snow carpeted the ground, and the dirt road was slush and mud. It was early spring, and the warmer temperatures had not remained permanently. The sky was gray, the air cool, and the breeze that came from the mountains on Lee made it colder. The thatched roof houses, built from dark wood and painted with some sort of bright, yellowish orange color, were stacked on one another, leaving no room for alleys. We're unwanted here, observed and Devin as they strolled along the street, and I think we're being followed Ford and glanced behind him. Your just paranoid No one cares what we're doing. He paused. What are we doing? We're not doing anything replied. End of in. But I have to meet someone Who Scott Ford in. And why am I not invited? Is it a woman? And then glared at him out of the corner of his eye? It is a woman. I knew it. It's not like that. Then tell me Will have to Ford in. What is it? Like I am to meet her in young Stop, Ford in smile faded. He grabbed and Evans arm and yanked him to a stop. Why young star?