Sci-Fi Narrative - Bad Wizard

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This is a sample from the audiobook for Bad Wizard by James Maxey.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Accents

North American (General)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
it was as if the landmass before him was floating in thin air. The familiar landscape of Kansas lay far below, soggy with rain and half obscured by clowns. In the aftermath of the thunderstorm. Judging by the apparent size of the Kansas River to the north, they were at least three miles up. A sound glanced at digs. Why is there an island floating in the sky above? Kansas has always been there, said digs, though it's invisible to anyone who hasn't crossed the Rainbow Bridge. Looking down, a sound noticed that the floating landmass didn't cast a shadow. The nose of the aspiration rose above the edge of the cliffs, dunes of red sand stretching before them shimmering with heat. The deadly desert dig said, sounding gleeful. We need merely cross this to be in Munchkin Country. S l had 10,000 questions already, so he merely added the word munchkin to the list of things needing explanation. For now, he was focused on a more urging concern. Look, he said, pointing to the dream. The guardian followed us. The wing and man sword beneath the belly of their sister airship. He folded his wings behind him and plunged toward the sand below. He flew in tight circles, mere yards above the desert, moving so fast he became a blur. Soon, all that was visible was the radiance of the sword forming a tornado of flame. The rusty sand lifted into the seething vortex. A few seconds after he started circling, the guardian came to a halt. The sand caught in the flaming world wind had been fused into a long spiral shaft of pink glass. The Guardian pluck the crystalline lance from the sand and shot toward the dream, passing along at sign, using the glass spear to cut a long gash in the gold beater skin. The gas envelope rippled as pressurized hydrogen escaped. Esau hoped that the loss of gas would be slow enough that the dream would hit the sand of the survivable speed. This hope proved to be in vain, as the guardian held is flaming sword Toward the gash, The dream disappeared in a vast ball of yellow flame. The blast rattled the windows of the aspiration. Damn it! Dig! Shouted. He glanced at his umbrella, which leaned against his leg. I suppose it was foolish not to test the range on this thing, we should land at once, said Esau. If the guardian comes after us, you'd prefer to Bebe alone to smithereens on the ground, eggs asked. Don't worry. The conflagration no doubt destroyed the Guardian. Digs was wrong. As the blazing skeleton of the other airship fell from the sky, the wing ID man emerged from the smoke and zoomed toward the aspiration. And while The Guardian appeared unscathed by the explosion, his sword and glass lance were missing. Persistent ******* said digs frantically running across the bridge to the rear wall without a hint of a limb. He opened a panel door in the center of the wall to reveal a series of large electrical switches. Eso get over here. A sound got over there. Digs took a sounds hand and placed it on the second switch down. This, which will kill all power to the bridge. The gas bags run on the upper circuit and should remain shielded. After you throw the switch and kill our shield. Why kill our shield? A Southwest feeling the question had sufficient urgency to move to the top of his list. If the ******* can pick up a glass spear, he can also pick up a point he rock and send us crashing to Earth. If our bridges no longer protected, perhaps he'll attack us directly. Why is that preferable? Asked to sound, don't argue, son. Throw the switch. The second the Guardian comes through the window, the rifle will be powerless while the circuits open. Once he's on the bridge, closed the circuit and I'll blast them to kingdom come a south thought this was a very poor choice of words. He'd lived a good, clean, prayerful life to ruin it all. Now, by murdering what might be an angel would be difficult to explain when he stood before the throne of judgment.