Glengoric Novel
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
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Lango Rick. The Blood of Tremaine by Dan Levy. Part one Journeymen through the shop, clenched teeth of the beast that came a small, not threatening pain, No promising it. White foam ran around the edge of its quivering bottom, lip dripping down the thick black hair covering its chin, The mouth open wide, and from it they came a terrifying, echoing roll chill. The already cold morning air Leo remains. Instinct took over, the blood surging through his veins pumped even harder. He turned away from the looming monster, bolting back into the village. That was nothing more than burning timbers. Flames raged. All about him reached out for him, desperate for the teenager to join in their dance of destruction. Embers tossed into the air from falling debris whipped through the streets, catching his face, burning it stinging like stabbing pins. Leo's head swirled with the vision of yellow fangs ready to tear into his flesh and rip it from his bones. Desperation swept over the boy, his mind her unable to hold a single thought oven. That's off the monster chasing him running amongst the carnage, Leo cried out, and Sarah believing death to be nothing more then a scream away through the shop, clenched teeth of the beast that they came a snowball, not threatening pain, no promising it. White foam ran around the edge of its quivering bottom, lip dripping down the thick black hair covering its chin. The mouth opened wide, and from it there came a terrifying, echoing roar that shield already cold morning air. Leo remains. Instinct took over, the blood surging through his veins pumped even harder. He turned away from the looming monster, bolting back into the village that was now nothing more than burning timbers. Flames raged all about him reached out for him, desperate for the teenager to join them in their dance of destruction. MBAs tossed into the air from falling debris whipped through the streets, catching his face, burning, stinging like stabbing pins. Leo's head swirled with the vision off yellow fangs, ready to tear into these flesh and rip it from his bones. Desperation swept over the boy, his mind hurt, unable to hold a single foot other than that of the monster chasing him. Running amongst the carnage, Leo cried out in terror, believing death to be nothing more. Then a scream away through the sharp, clenched teeth of the beast. There came a snowball, not threatening pain, no promising it. White foam ran around the edge of its quivering bottom, lip dripping down the sick black hair covering its chin. The mouth open wide and from it became a terrifying echoing roar chilled the already cold morning air. Leo remains. Instinct took over, the blood surging through his veins pumped even harder. He turned away from the looming monster, bolting back into the village that was nothing more than burning timbers. Flames raged all about him reaching out for him, desperate for the teenagers to join in the dance of destruction, embers tossed into the air from falling debris whipped through the streets, catching his face, burning it stinging like stabbing pins. Leo's head swirl with the vision of yellow fangs ready to tear into his flesh and rip it from his bones. Desperation swept over the boy, his mind hurt, unable to hold a single thought other than that of the monster chasing him. Running amongst the carnage, Leo cried out in Sarah