Sample - The Dark that Dwells, Ban Morgan (light BBC British accent)
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as Bond near the body. It moved. Still alive. Hollande struggled to lift himself morrigan, Is that you bon looked up, blurred forms approached through the trees further upstream because of the snowstorm. He couldn't see them clearly, but he could have sworn there were flashes of purple. They'll overtake us if I carry him and I'll be damned if I die for him! Bon opened a private channel that only Holland could hear something. I've wondered for a long time. Lieutenant. He knelt, machine gun over his shoulder. Do you feel remorse? Hollande grabbed his stomach, remorse for what? Bond laughed bitterly for ruining my life. Ice and mud slipped through holland's fingers as he tried to crawl. You chose that, bon nodded slowly. I faced the consequences. Now, it's your turn. Hollande pulled himself forward. Help me, bon watched him struggle. I don't think so. Hollande paused and looked up revenge. Bond stood maybe. The unknown soldiers were coming dangerously close. Hollande coughed and collapsed into the icy water. Life, blood flowing away in the stream. Don't leave me! Yeah, bon twisted his lips in disgust. Apologies, my Lord! He brought his rifle down from his shoulder and turned away, but as far as I'm concerned, you're already dead. He closed the channel and started up the hill. Never looking back bon, morrigan audition. Excerpt seen too, bon took a drink of his pale synthetic ale and stared into the flickering flames of the fireplace, slipping deeper inside a place He tried never to go, no hope, wisdom or light could be found there only fire and acid. The sounds of soft music faded. Darkness crept in around the edges of his vision. The rooms shrink until there was only him and the fire face to face, mud and death. The burning logs split, screaming as they did. They disintegrated to ash in agony, falling apart. Their little hands reached out to him, Save us. He ran to them. But all he could do was fall to his knees and watch as boiling bones dripped between his fingers, bon. He jerked his head up, startled. What Becks frowned and crossed her arms. I said you lost. He looked down at the holographic bogey board. Remembering the game. What? How You're out of moves. He sat up and leaned forward. I can move my rectangle. He reached for the peace, hesitant, covered with my dreadnought. Then I'll destroy your scout, my missile cruiser. To surely you weren't counting on that. Hidden. He pulled his hand back and side saw that. Did you? How could I not? She leaned into his field of view. What's wrong with you? He looked up, avoiding her relentless gaze. Nothing. I just need another drink. Are you sure? That's it? You seem distant. I'm fine. She sighed. All right. I'll get you another one. And while I'm gone. Think about what you're going to say. When I return. She pushed away from the table and stood up. He reached out and took her hand. Hey? She looked away impatient. Yeah, I love you. Mm hmm. Really? She turned back then. What's wrong? Nothing. I don't believe you. Well, I'm sorry, but it's true. She shook her head. The only thing you're worse at than vogue e is lying. She let his hand fall away as she left. He looked back to the bogey board. He could almost see the writhing black tentacles of the F mayor as it lurked inside the game's nebula on the other side of the board. His resh gal hologram thrashed about in rage at its apparent defeat. Its head was lowered, but it's bright, slit like eyes glowed yellow, casting shadows over the bony black features of its face. The eyes always seemed to focus on him, no matter the angle, just my imagination.