Audiobook - Historical Fiction - London accent

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Description

A period piece set in Egypt following the lives of a British aristocrat forced to move to warmer climes for her health, accompanied by her maid. The women adapt well to Egypt casting off their formal British ways (and clothes) and involving themselves with the local population.

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Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Accents

British (England - Cockney, Estuary, East End)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
Instead of standing outside his door and mimicking the muezzin myself. I entered his room, the shutters were open and the room was full of cool night air. He was asleep on his back, breathing evenly. I knelt down beside him and began the call to prayer. Omar opened his eyes. He did not look at all surprised to see me there so close beside him. He sat up, slowly stretched his arms above his head and took my hand. He brushed my hair away from my face, had not put it up yet. That morning, he ran his fingers across my lips very lightly. Then he brought his face close to mine and kissed me. I've never been kissed. Never. Not once. I'd never dare to allow that to happen to me. I've spent my entire life avoiding kissing. He was whispering in Arabic and stroking my hair. And the truth of the matter is that I did not hesitate. It was though, I had waited so long to lie down beside Omar and I'd forgotten why I was waiting. All I can remember thinking was, yes, this is it. This is right. This is what I want. This is what I've spent the past months wanting. He kissed me again and this time it was a long kiss and I moved towards him as he moved towards me, then he drew my nightdress over my head and I gasped out loud to be so revealed and he kissed me in order to help me be quiet and his warm hands on my body reassured me. He took his own nightshirt off and we sat there on the carpet in the middle of his room next to his sleeping mat, the cool air pouring over and over our skin. And we looked at each other for a long time. He was wonderful to look at. I'd never thought that a man, a man's body could be a thing of such dream filled beauty. Then he drew me down beside him on his sleeping mat. And we began, we began and we began and we began and it was perfect. I had not known it could be so perfect. My lady had come to Egypt to evade death. But in Egypt, I found life.