Fantasy Narrator - Selection from Wizard's First Rule
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (Canadian-General) North American (General)Transcript
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It was an odd looking vine. Dusky, variegated leaves hunkered against a stem that wound in a stranglehold around the smooth trunk of a balsam fir. Sap drooled down the wounded bark and dry limbs slumped, making it look as if the tree were trying to voice Ammon to the cool, damp morning air pods stuck out of the vine here and there along its length, almost seeming to look warily about for witnesses. It was a smell that had first cause attention. Ah, smell like the decomposition of something that had been wholly unsavory even in life. Richard combed his fingers through his thick hair as his mind lifted out of the fog of despair, coming into focus upon seeing the vine he scanned for others but saw none. Everything else looked normal. The maples of the upper vent forests were already tinged with crimson, proudly showing off their new mantle in the light breeze. With nights getting colder, it wouldn't be long before their cousins down in the Heartland Woods joined them. The oaks, being the last to surrender to the season, still stoically wore their dark green coats. Having spent most of his life in the woods Richard knew all the plants, if not by name by sight. From when Richard was very small, his friend Zed had taken him along hunting for special herbs. He had shown Richard which ones to look for, where they grew and why, and put names to everything they saw many times. They just talked the old man, always treating him as an equal asking as much as he answered. Zed had sparked Richards hunger to learn to know this vine, though he had only seen once before, and it wasn't in Woods. He had found a sprig of it. His father's house in the blue clay jar Richard had made when he was a boy. His father had been a traitor and had traveled often looking for the chance. Exotic or rare item. People of Means had often sought him out, interested in what he might have turned up. It seemed to be the looking Mawr than the finding that he liked, as he had always been, happy to part with his latest discovery so he could be off after the next. From a young age Richard had like to spend time with, said while his father was away. Richard's brother Michael was a few years older and having no interest in the woods or Zed's rambling lectures, preferred to spend his time with people of means. About five years before, Richard had moved away to live on his own. But he often stopped by his father's home, unlike Michael, who was always busy and rarely had time to visit. If his father had gone away, he would leave Richard a message in the blue jar telling him the latest news, some gossip or some site he had seen.