This is my own self-published debut novella. I wanted to give my voice to my work and narrated the title using my home studio equipment.

Vocal Characteristics



Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)


British (General) British (Received Pronunciation - RP, BBC)


Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
he scanned the room, his eyes coming to rest on the broken chair with its missing seat pad. Bingo. Now he understood why the chair had been left there. The tubular design was a perfect fit over the poker's handle. David reinserted the poker between the bars. This time, when he leant against it, the bar shifted slightly. It took a few more attempts before the wall mounted brackets were loose enough to be prised away from the shattered plaster and masonry. David eased the bars out of the frame as gently as he could and load them onto the floor, panting as he strained under their weight. He managed to walk the ironwork over to the door and jumped under the handle. My keys bigger than yours, he muttered. Satisfied that the door was now secured, he returned to the D barred window and discovered the sash lock had been left open. Whoever had Bean in charge of security that day must have considered that the bar's a load were enough to prevent entry to the room. Nothing here being put in place to cater for the other way around, and David was not about to hang around to discuss the merits of this decision with himself. He managed to lift up the window and climbed out onto a broad stone ledge, which ran along the length of the building's facade. David stood as thinly as he could, squashing his body flat against the stonework with his palms pressed in words in a vain attempt to provide some imaginary suction. The room his captors locked him in wasn't far from the centre of the palace blow him. There was a drop of approximately 30 ft to the ground with no intention of jumping from a ledge. He looked along the length of the building to see if there are any drainpipes or service cables that he could use to slide down, but only saw the clean lines of mock Georgian architecture leading away from either side of him.