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American Female Audiobook Narration Samples

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Voice Over • Audiobooks
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Description

This is a group of a few samples of my audiobook narration style. My voice is often described as soothing and articulate.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

Accents

North American

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
Emily Christine. The crystal circle by Henry Kuttner. He lit a cigarette and crushed it out with an impatient gesture. You know, veil. I've been hoping I'd run into you. This thing that's been boiling inside of me. I haven't been able to tell a soul. No one would have believed me. You may. The three of us kicked around together a lot in the old days in trouble, I asked. Can I help you? Can listen, he said. I came back to earth, thinking I might be able to forget. It hasn't worked. I'm waiting for the airliner to take me to Kansas Spaceport. I'm going to Callisto mars somewhere. Earth isn't the right place anymore, but I'm glad we ran into each other veil. I want to talk. I want you to answer a question that's been driving me almost insane. I signaled the waiter and got more drinks. Arnson was silent till we were alone once more. Then he opened his cupped hands and showed me a small sha green box. It clicked open, nestling in blue velvet was a crystal, not large, but lovelier than any gem I had ever seen before. Light drifted from it like the flow of slow water. The dim shining post and waned in the heart of the jewel was. I tore my eyes away, staring at Arntzen. What is it? Where did you get the thing? Not on earth! He was watching the jewel. Sick, hopelessness on his face. No! Not on earth! It came from a little asteroid out there somewhere. He waved vaguely toward the sky. It isn't charted. I took no reckonings so I can never go back. Not that I want to now. Poor Doug! He's dead, isn't he? I asked. Arnson looked at me strangely as he closed the box and slipped it back into his pocket. Hazel and her billionaire tower by Kaitlin Meadows shoulders broad. One hand in his suit pocket. Wesley stood like her own personal prize, glorious and blinding. Head angled. He drank in the sight of her. His eyes took on an intense expression filled with possession, delight and desire. Hazel couldn't decide which she wanted more to pelt him with questions, or drag him away and have him all to herself. Before she could decide he lowered to one knee, her mouth flew open and she hid her face in her hands. Dizziness overtook her hazel Allegra Strickland! He said into the microphone. The crowds noise had thinned to a thrumming silence. You were brought back into my life for a reason and I'm not about to let you go again.