Audiobook, Epic Fantasy
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Vocal Characteristics
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
British (General) British (Received Pronunciation - RP, BBC)Transcript
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He was old, bent back with time and the burden of his life. White hair struggled over his shoulders, from where it escaped from the woollen cap that he had pulled down over his head. A full white beard blossomed chaotically from his chin. It was stained with strands of yellow from the way his lower jaw clench determined Li. It was doubtful he had any teeth left in his head. He spotted Snee from the door and shuffle dramatically toward them and eased himself onto the bench or beyond. He said his voice was a wave of air, cracked and dry, like an old leaf. The yellow staining turned out to be dribbles of egg. His eyes, though, which he turned on the teller, were blue, bright and dangerous. We will get to him later on, he said. You're late. What happened without looking at her? He poured a glass of wine so that the ruby liquid filled the glass to capacity and hinged his neck forward to suck the wine from the glass. He didn't spill a drop. You, she said, are a disgusting old man. I here up the back of his hand, across his moves, leaving a trail of slime across his upper lip. You didn't come here to tell me that. No rheumy eyes finally peered up at her. What do you want? Iraq's and Scott think of the last 20 years, she said. Ah, it's not the only thing that's got that car, he snorted, chuckling to himself, He poured himself another glass of wine. What you doing here that last carefully, she reached the court.