UK - BBC Narrator, Pompous Old Man, Character Voices - YA Audiobook
Rising Star
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
British (General) British (Received Pronunciation - RP, BBC) North American (US General American - GenAM)Transcript
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Zenith had the strong impression that the collector had sprung up naturally. No, not naturally magically. There was some other worldly energy emanating from it, but maybe that's because you are in some other world thought Zenith, his reverie was interrupted by a low hiss. Zenith looked around and saw that he'd strayed away from Kribel who'd turned to the right and was now gesturing for him to follow. He jogged the short distance to the gargoyle and they continued together around the perimeter of the collector toward the scribe. As they approached the air, took on the smell of a classroom. Zenith saw that the bird was moving pieces of chalk from one large pile to several smaller piles, sorting it by color. The Raven was a bit larger than he'd originally thought and better dressed as well. The blackbird was wearing an emerald green sweater vest and a large pair of gold rimmed spectacles. His dapper attire contrasted with the state of his wings which were riddled with hose. Kribel called out to the Raven. Greetings to you. O scribe of the collector of we are humble seekers of the history and the details and the truth. Creel placed her left hand over her forehead, then her mouth and finally her heart, please. Gran has the smallest moment. Have you? Greetings? The bird. Grumbled without looking up. Tell me, do you see any iridescent chalk in here who has left everything in the most dreadful disorder? And I cannot find my special iridescent chalk rebel seemed puzzled by the interruption. Uh We seek humble for. Yes. Yes. You seek history and the and such. I heard you the first time. But where is that blasted chalk rebel looked at Zenith helplessly. Zenith screwed up his face. Was she really looking for guidance from him? He took a step forward, reached toward the chalk pile and said, we're happy to help you. Look. The enormous bird pecked at his hand, barely missing his forefinger. Use your eyes, not your hands. None but the scribe May wield the enchanted Jol. After a moment of awkward silence, the Raven suddenly exclaimed, ah, there you are. He plunged his beak down into the disordered pile and emerged with a long piece of sparkling chalk. Its color shifted from yellow to blue green to purple as he raised it triumphantly. He chuckled as he hopped over and placed it on an ornately carved but weathered wooden rolltop desk which stood by the salted piles of chalk. The Raven admired the iridescent chalk for a moment as it twinkled then swiveled quickly to face them. Now, what brings such unworthy creatures before the great scribe. He squawked loudly. Creel smiled at Zenith. She lowered her hand again. We are humble seekers of the history and the details and the truth. Please grant us the smallest moment of your time and the tiniest more sort of your vast knowledge. And what new knowledge can you offer? The scribe? Asked the hotty bird. Uh pardon me? Honorable spra, we seek knowledge. We do not offer it. Let's pronounce the raven with an expansive wave of his whole ridden wings. Is the collector. The scribe collects knowledge. He does not dispense it. He looked back and forth between Zenith and rebel with those he finds worthy. He may on occasion exchange knowledge. So I ask again, what knowledge can you offer knowledge, knowledge? The gargoyle's eyes darted around nervously. They came to rest on Zenith's face. She gestured dramatically at him. My companion is a traveler from terrain. He has many details. From his home to the scribe seemed intrigued. He ogled Zenith through the lenses of his oversized glasses. His eyes looked huge and hungry. Well, well, from terra you say rare to have a visitor from that troubled land, he resumed a more skeptical expression. Rare but not unheard of. Are those of your kind have imparted the history and the tales of your homeland? What have you to add? It was Zenith's turn to stammer. Um uh I can tell you the latest news and sports scores, current events. I guess you'd call it he swiveled the back, he swiveled the backpack off his shoulder and I've got this physics book. If you want a more intense scientific stuff. Science, did you say you have a book about science? The bird used its beak to pull open the backpack's main pocket and gazed with wonder at the book inside. This is a firm and craft that describe has long sought the knowledge of and you're welcome to it. Zenith said before he pulled the backpack away, but in exchange, you'll tell me what you know about my sister.