2018 Audiobook Demo
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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come in, come in. Fortunate Favorite of the queen or else not so fortunate. And Edmund went in taking great care not to tread on the wolf's paws. He found himself in a long, gloomy hall with many pillars full as the courtyard had been of statues. The only light came from a single lamp and close beside this sat the white witch. I'm come, Your Majesty. Said Edmund rushing eagerly forward. How dare you come alone? Said the which in a terrible voice. Did I not tell you to bring the others with you? Please. Your Majesty Said Edmund. I've done the best I can. I've brought them quite close there. In the little house on top of the dam, just up the river with Mr and Mrs Beaver. A slow, cruel smile came over the witches face. Is this all your news? She asked Would No. Your Majesty said Edmund and proceeded to tell her all he had heard before leaving the Beavers house. What has Lan cried? The queen as land? Is this true? If I find you have lied to me, please, I'm only repeating what they said. Stammered Edmund. But the queen who was no longer attending to him, clapped her hands instantly. The same dwarf whom Edmund had seen with her before appeared Make ready. Our sledge ordered the which and use the harness without bells. I never believed in Santa Claus. None of us kids did. Mom and Dad refused to let us. They couldn't afford expensive presence, and they didn't want us to think we weren't as good as other kids who on Christmas morning found all sorts of fancy toys under the tree that were supposedly left by Santa Claus on Christmas Eve, Dad took each one of us kids out into the desert night, one by one. Pick out your favorite star, Dad said. I like that one, I said. Dad grinned. That's Venus, he said. He explained to me that planets glowed because reflected light was constant and stars twinkled because they're light pulsed. I like it anyway, I said, What the heck Dad said. It's Christmas. You can have a planet if you want, and he gave me Venus. The warm glow of her eyes once so soft and bright, darkened with atrocious intent, the ballroom adornments dripped crimson Death, a result of her furious rebirth. My stomach emptied itself in revulsion until all I could do was sweat pure terror from hot flesh Onley. Those who willingly allowed themselves to be subject gated survived the carnage. Those few meek souls trembled in blood soaked garments until her wrath finished grinding. Unwanted. I can hear plants and trees. Do they talk? Sophie asked. They is not exactly talking, the B F G said, but days making noises. For instance. If I come along and I is picking a lovely flower, if I twist in the stem of the flower till it breaks, then the plan to screaming. I can hear it screaming and scream and very clear. You don't mean it, Sophie cried. How awful! It is screaming, just like you would be screaming if someone was trust in your own right off. Is that really true? Sophie asked. You think I switch figure in you? It is rather hard to believe, deny you stopping right here, said the B F G sharply. I is not wishing to be gold. A fib stir. Oh, no, I'm not calling you anything. Sophie cried. I believe you. I do. Really. Please go on. The B f G gave her a long, hard stare, Sophie looked right back at him, her face open to hiss. I believe you, she said softly. She had offended him. She could see that I wouldn't ever be fibbing to you, he said. I know you wouldn't, Sophie said. But you must understand that it isn't easy to believe such amazing things straight away. I understand that the B. F G said. So do please forgive me and go on.