Audiobook - Latino, Teen, Boy, Child, Brave, Comedic, Youthful
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EnglishVoice Age
Teen (13-17)Accents
North American (General) Spanish (General)Transcript
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it was raining frogs. That's the first thing I noticed when we stepped through. A brew has mirror fat ones, green ones, black ones. They tumbled from the sky, bounced off the road, clamped off mailboxes. They croaked and chirped and peeped. They hopped through the tall, grass like punch. Drunk boxers, one plop down on the toe of my sneaker, glared up at me with its bulging beady eyes and said, Rabbit! I stared at it for a moment, frowning and squinted up at the dark, churning clouds from where the slimy amphibians were falling in Bunches in knots. My name is Charlie and Nan Dez, and over the last few months my life had been all kinds of freaky, had grown horns, sprouted feathers, teleported from south Florida to northwest Spain, made a quick stop in the land of the dead, and even faced off against one of the most famous and feared brew house in all of human history. But raining frogs? Yeah, that was new for me estan masaki, said the witch queen, her green eyes blazing in the gloom. I looked around. We were standing on the side of a narrow dirt track smack dab in the middle of, well, nowhere. A huge grassy field spread out before us, flanked by walls of thick forests, pines. Maybe the air was cold. The sky was dark, choked with storm clouds. Thunder rumbled in the distance. Where exactly is here? I asked. But Abou ha didn't answer, Violet said. And what's up with the frogs? But she didn't answer that, either. Maybe 30 yards ahead of us, a strip of yellow crime scene tape had been stretched across the field from end to end looped around the trunks of the nearest trees. A crowd of curious people was pressing up against the tape, shouting questions as a dozen or so police officers tried to keep them from busting through. There were even more people wandering aimlessly around. These were dodging the falling Croakers while snapping pictures of the sky or recording the whole thing on their smartphones. A couple of little kids in denim overalls were trying to catch the frogs as they fell. I watched one of them catch a plummeting toad in her front pocket, then start cheering and jumping all over the place like she just won the Super Bowl. Honestly, if I had been about seven years younger and wearing overalls, I would have totally jumped in for round or two. Looked pretty fun, actually, past the main crowd, more police officers were hauling heavy wooden barricades out of the backs of police vans. They're flashing lights, turning the woods red, then blue. Read them blue. Do not leave my side, Queen Joanna warned us and speak to no one. We cannot be seen meant the ending. As we started across the field, the wind kicked up, shrieking through the trees and slinging the amphibians sideways. Now I dodged one the size of a Frisbee, then wrap my arms around myself, wondering where the heck we were and what the heck we were doing here. Thanks to the police cruisers, which had the word Felicia and not police emblazoned across the driver's side doors, I knew we weren't in Miami anymore, but that was about it, and that wasn't exactly a whole lot to go on. Are they gonna let us through violent *** as we approach the barricade? But again, Joanna didn't answer. She simply touched one pale ring finger to the golden Broch pin to the front of her dress. It looked like some sort of butterfly, maybe, or a giant moth and whispered Wella, which means fly and the pens wings. Suddenly Beato life. It rose silently into the air, a golden blurring the night and then flew out ahead of us, floating lazily overto, where the large crowd was pressing against the police tape, leaving dusty, glittery trails. The pin began to fly circles above everyone's heads, and next thing I knew, all 50 or so people cops included were staring up at it, some pointing and smiling, others giggling with childlike wonder in their eyes. They were also mesmerized by it, in fact, that not one of them even glanced our way as we ducked under the ribbon of yellow tape and marched right past them, following the rhythmic swish of the Witch queen's cape. Yep, Joanna was awesome like that. We made it maybe 15 yards when a fat, bumpy, squishy toad plop down on the top of my head and just sort of sat there like a warty green hat. Glancing up at La Bruja, I said so about the frogs. The dark ma here in the atmosphere has begun to warp nature, she replied quickly. and pretty casually to like. She just said, Hey, your shoes are untied or hey, you dropped your pencil personally. It was my opinion that whenever the words dark and magic came together in a sentence, the entire situation should be taken a bit more seriously. But, hey, that was just me.