A short reading from Ami McKay's The Witches of New York
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
the space was filled with the smell of damp stone, reminding her of the smooth rocks she collected along the Hudson. As a child standing on tiptoe, she shifted slightly to one side toe, allow a bit of sunlight to pass into the box. All at once, she could see the rosy, modeled surface off the obelisk. The graceful curb of a cliff was within her reach. She traced it with her fingers. The stone was cool and damp, and when she held her palm against it, she could feel a low study. Pulse wasn't the obelisk, wasn't the train's engine preparing to depart or wasn't just her heart racing with excitement, Giddy with wonder, she let out a soft laugh, which, to her surprise, echoed quite freely inside the dark space it carried on long after it should have fading into an eerie, undulating whisper. Closing her eyes, Beatrice leaned forward in an effort to discern its meaning by not off one, my spells begun by not of two. It will come true by not of three, So may it be