2020 AUDIOBOOK DEMO TRACK: ADVENTURE/MEMOIR | Adult Male and adult male with French accent
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
French (General) North American (General)Transcript
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a lighthouse, Both of us. Spider at the same moment, that winking decoy. What madness? Where was that phantom light? That invention of the night. For at the very second, when Pavo and I leaned forward to pick it out of the air, word had glittered 900 ft below our wings. Suddenly, at that very instant. Oh, I'm quite sure that this was all I said. I'm quite sure that all I felt was a terrific crash that rocked our world to its foundations. We had crashed against the Earth at 170 miles an hour. I'm quite sure that in the split second that followed, all I expected was the great flash of ready light of the explosion in which Provo and I would be blown up together. Neither he nor I had felt the least emotion of any kind. All I could observe and myself was an extraordinary, tense feeling of expectancy, the expectancy of that resplendent star in which we were to vanish within the second. But there was no ready star. Instead, there was a sort of earthquake that splinted our cabin ripped away the windows blue sheets of metal hurtling through space 100 yards away and filled our very entrails with its roar. The ship quivered like a knife blade thrown from a distance into a block of oak, and it's anger mast us as if we were so much pulp one second two seconds past, and the plane still quivered while I waited with a grotesque impatience for the forces within it to burst it like a bomb. But the subterranean quake ings went on without a climax of eruption. While I marveled Uncomprehending Lee at its invisible travail, I was baffled by the quaking, the anger, the interminable postponement five seconds past six seconds, and suddenly we were seized by a spinning motion. Ah, shock that jerked are cigarettes out of the window, pulverized the starboard wing. And then nothing. Nothing but a frozen immobility. I shouted to provoke jump! And in that instant he cried out fire! We dove together through the wrecked window and found ourselves standing side by side 60 ft from the plane. I said, How you hurt? He answered. Not a bit, but he was rubbing his knee. Better run your hands over yourself, I said. Move about a bit. Sure, no bones are broken, he answered. I'm all right. Is that emergency puff emergency pump? I was sure he was going to keel over any minute and split open from head to naval there before my eyes. But he kept repeating with a glassy stare that pump that emergency palm. He's out of his head. I thought he'll start dancing in a minute.