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Description

Sample from Pendragon book 10: Soldiers of Halla by D.J MacHale.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English (North American)

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Accents

North American

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
Journal # 37 20. Moving between territories is incredibly easy. Now. It's like stepping through a sheer curtain and passing from one room to another. No more flumes. No more crawling through secret places to find hidden tunnels that carry us along on a carpet of light and music. Best of all, no more quicks. All we have to do is think about where we want to go, take a step and hello, we're there. It may be like stepping from one room to the next, but they are two very different rooms and it's not like I can think I want to go to 3rd earth at 2:30 on a thursday afternoon and land on the bench that's behind the library. We still have to rely on the forces of Solara to put us exactly where we need to be and when we need to be there. I'm not really sure how the spirits know, but they've done a pretty good job so far. This time was no different though. What happened when Ellie and I first set foot back on Third Earth, made me long for the familiar old gates. At the end of a flume trip, we held hands and stepped into the same hazy swirl of dust that we found on our last visit. There wasn't much else to see, but there was plenty to hear. A loud, angry, grinding sound assaulted us. It was mechanical and it was getting louder. Ellie and I froze. We didn't know where we were. We didn't know when we were. We didn't know what the sound was or if we should be worried about it. In other words, we didn't know a thing. Look out came a desperate cry. Desperate cries were not good, especially if they came as a warning heads up. We looked up quickly to see a shadow overhead that was coming our way. I didn't have time to register or to react. Luckily Mark Diamond did. Ellie and I were half tackled, half shoved out of the way. Mark wasn't being gentle either. He manhandled us towards the wreck of a car and pretty much threw us behind it. What is it? I gasped. Trouble. Oh! I figured that I barely had time to peak up from behind the barrier to see what he meant. The shadow was a helicopter. I expected it to start firing at us, but its path was too steep. It was flying straight for the ground actually, it wasn't flying at all, It was falling