The Name of the Wind

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Description

Brian reads a short except from the Patrick Rothfuss novel The Name of the Wind, of the protagonist Kvothe summarizing his life.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Accents

North American (Canadian-General) North American (General) North American (US Midwest- Chicago, Great Lakes)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
My name is Kvothe, pronounced nearly the same as quoth. Names are important, as they tell you a great deal about a person. I've had more names than anyone has a right to. The Adem call me Maedre which, depending on how it's spoken, can mean The Flame, The Thunder, or The Broken Tree. The Flame is obvious if you've ever seen me, I have red hair, bright. If I had been born a couple hundred years ago, I probably would have been burned as a demon. I keep it short, but it's unruly when left to its own devices, it sticks up and makes me look as if I have been set afire. The Thunder I attribute to a strong baritone and a great deal of stage training at an early age. I never thought of The Broken Tree as very significant, although in retrospect, I suppose it could be considered at least partially prophetic. My first mentor called me E'lir because I was clever and I knew it. My first real lover called me Dulator because she liked the sound of it. I have been called Shadacar, Lightfinger, and Six-String. I have been called Kvothe the Bloodless, Kvothe the Arcane, and Kvothe Kingkiller. I have earned those names, bought and paid for them. But I was brought up as Kvothe. My father once told me it meant "to know." I have of course been called many other things, most of them uncouth, although very few were unearned. I have stolen princesses back from sleeping barrow kings. I burned down the town of Trebon. I have spent the night with Felurian and left with both my sanity and my life. I was expelled from the University at a younger age than most people are allowed in. I tread paths by moonlight that others fear to speak of during the day. I have talked to gods, loved women, and written songs that make the minstrels weep.

You may have heard of me.