American English, Audiobook, Fantasy, Entertaining, Storyteller
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British (England - Cockney, Estuary, East End) North American (General)Transcript
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section two, the dragon's orange eyes narrowed. Hey, you're that chick who keeps trying to get into Huskins office fletcher or the charm collector he scarfed but then his gaze slid to my pack again. My boss is gonna want, whatever you got in there, girlie, give it all back and I won't tell your limbs off. What a lovely offer! I said, taking another step, but I don't think Haskins is going to need this stuff and I got rent to pay. The second dragon appeared in the offices doorway. This one was so tall. The top of the door jamb reached his chin, his eyes and nose blocked by the wall. Your pack. There's a bunch of stuff missing down there. He ducked and peered out. His orange gaze fixated on me. Oh, what we got here? I gulped like a nervous cartoon character with their superior drake and hearing the guns had probably heard it could not run them even if I got out of the building, it would take me at least half an hour on foot to get back to the tele pod station. I didn't keep a cell phone on me because I was paranoid so I couldn't call for a cab. The dragon had excellent night vision and speed on their side too. If I took off they'd find me eventually, this is that little thief who keeps trying to sweet talk Haskins out of his merchandise. The 1st Guy Pratt said, I chucked the wrench and hightailed it for the door at a record breaking speed four. When I next awoke on the stones couch. It wasn't a bulbous nosed goblin who stared down at me, but a long faced man who had the deadest eyes I'd ever seen. His hair was shoulder length, dirty blonde and greasy like. Maybe he'd never washed it in his entire life. He parted his mouth in some semblance of a smile revealing brown jagged teeth for a moment I was convinced I died and woken up on the zombie homeworld. Did a zombie homeworld exist? No freaking clue. But if you'd seen this guy, you would have wondered too. A yep, and scooted back, willing the couch cushions to suck me into their depths, preventing the zombie Lord from smashing my head with a rock and eating my brains. Humans! He muttered, somehow sounding deeply bored and completely disgusted at the same time. Am I to believe that you're the reason the sorcerer's where cats have their collective hackles up supposedly. You murdered three of them. His *** scanned me from head to foot. It was a disturbingly slow scan, as if he was committing every inch of me to memory. Stop it. Xander came a female voice from somewhere behind the dead eyed guy. She sounded a touch amused. I assumed it was Geraldine, but couldn't discount the possibility that it was Sandra. Welch, Zombie wife! They're scaring her. You promised Matthias you'd help her. I didn't realize you made house calls. I managed. Usually doesn't King Matthias voice. I couldn't see him either from where I was smashed into the couch when he figured out who you are. He wanted to come see you right away. I'm flattered. Don't be Welch! Said, head cocked. I don't understand how you, a mere human, killed three government trained Hellcats all by yourself. And your only injuries are a broken arm and a few cuts and bruises. It was deeply curious before I saw you, and now I'm utterly baffled. It's not possible. You're so puny, puny was not a word I'd use to describe myself, but it wasn't an argument I wanted to get into with Captain creepshow! How widespread were the dragon sword rumors? Even if Mathias said welsh, wouldn't rat me out to the wear cats as much as I needed his help. No part of me trusted him. I swallowed down my fear and said, I need a way to get around without being recognized. A glamorous, strong enough to get me in and out of loom a proper, if you can manage it. But I'll take whatever I can get at this point. I have cash! He grinned, a faint hint of genuine humor, sipping through, swiping a lock of greasy hair out of his face. He said, You are an interesting one, aren't you? You speak with confidence yet? You look terrified, dude. You look like the offspring of an animated skeleton and a vampire who went on a meth bender! I blurted someone nearby gasped, Maybe Geraldine worried I'd die on this couch after all, once the piste off which knifed me in the heart.