Audiobook Fiction YA-HORROR, Teen, Trans-Atlantic, Narrator
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EnglishVoice Age
Teen (13-17)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM) Trans-AtlanticTranscript
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click click, click, click, click click. Really? That's pretty barbaric. Borderline sacrilegious, I should think possibly. But again, it demonstrates the importance of the church to the first people of Les Mia. Ultimately it seems to have worked because Lamy a survived to become the Arcadia falls of today. The land was tamed. He nodded halfheartedly. Well, perhaps restrained would be a better word, but there followed a period of some prosperity. To be sure Lamia grew and spread. Homes were built, farms planted and Children born, but the sacrifices were destined to continue. Ultimately, though, those hardy settlers were able to overcome their hardships. Did they overcome them? I wanted to ask, Or did they just wall them up in a land that time forgot. **** testes leaned back and I could see distant memories playing across the mist behind his eyes. The clicking finally stopped and the pen was laid carefully on the blotter before him, and in the awkward silence that followed, I looked back to my phone and scrolled down the web page to a portrait of Lamia herself, Painted in 1909. She was depicted as pretty, bare breasted and with a snake skin tied around her waist. Lay Mia! I muttered to myself, huh, metastases eyes cleared and he regarded me with an expression somewhere between curiosity and suspicion. Big pardon, you're right! I spoke clumsily. Les Mia is a bad name for a town. He regarded me as if inspecting my expression for insincerity at last he forced a little wink and quipped 80,000 people in central Greece might disagree. How come? I've never heard of that early church. It's an historic site. It should be on postcards. There should be tours in a museum and a gift shop at the exit. What happened to it? Oh, I suppose it's still there in Old town in Les Mia. Again. The inspection, he retrieved the pen from the bladder and resumed fiddling old town Islamiyah. Yes, as Les Mia grew and became Arcadia falls, younger generations naturally spread out and laid down their own roots. My own ancestors included in time. The only residents left in old town were those two old too poor, too obstinate or too daft to relocate. As years passed, the entire area fell into disrepair and was abandoned. Not from what I saw, I said, barely under my breath, he blanched. What you've been there? I've nodded and said. Nothing, click, click, click, click, click click. You shouldn't, you know, make testes Cloward. There's a certain criminal element that inhabits old Town. Besides, there's nothing there to see but crumbling buildings. I could tell. It was a lie, just like Amanda. He was warning me away from Old Town. But why was it to protect me from Old town or to protect old town from me? Or was it possibly? I considered it last to protect himself. Most cities, venerate their history. They preserve their oldest buildings and honor their founding fathers. I've never seen a single reference to lay Mia or old town in a newspaper. Never heard anyone mention it. Never saw it on a map. Nothing. And why would you Old Town is a crumbling relic of an ambiguous past. There's nothing to see there, and no reason for anyone to visit. Some places like to be forgotten. Mr john he fixed me with a glacial stare, and some places need to be forgotten. Just then the bell sounded to end the homeroom period. I was skipping and Metis Tous leaned back in his chair, look to the wall clock and laid his pen back down on the blotter to signal an end to the conversation. See, he said, I told you I could tell you everything I knew before the bell. Everything I thought. I doubt it. But again I held my tongue by the time students started to file in for history 301. I was in my seat and metis tous was making a display of studying a paper he'd selected at random from his desk. It was obviously an excuse to avoid any further eye contact with me, but the least he could have done would be to hold the paper right side up