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Audiobooks
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Description

A selection of samples from various audiobook projects.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Accents

British (England - Cockney, Estuary, East End) British (General) British (Received Pronunciation - RP, BBC)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
she turned around to face him. Her hand resting on the door Handle. Right. I'm heading, Baby. Didn't even look up. Are you sure you're fine? Of course. Course I'm fine. He lifted his face, his eyes watering when they met hers. This was the first time Ali had seen him cry. You can come too, you know. I'm sure he'd love to see you. Ali offered him a soft smile. He rejected it. I know you're That's Chuy's like Allie. I think I'll give it a miss. Clouds swirled as a loaf raised his staff. Don't do this, Eden. He shouted over the din, his eyes ablaze. The house ofthe stack must be stopped. Wind battered the stone walls. The outer ring of Newington Castle hadn't fallen for three centuries. Beyond living memory for most. But not for the wizened old mind of you and the Bruce. He remembered every moment Mount March began to tremble under their feet. They love froze the wind, slowly dying. Still, the three of them turned their heads to the dirt below them as it fish it and sent them tumbling into the abyss below. The detective's eyes scanned the body. Anything agent chimed in. But Sandy didn't react, focusing only on the gory remains in front of her. A tongue seven stapled to the wall on the right. I'm here, blended into a puree and streaked along the tiled floor. Five toes on DH. Four fingers latticed into a cryptic structure on the toilet lid. Glazed grey. I stared back at her. What are these? I seen only the culprit would have the answer. I think she's dead. Chief, Mr Tiki began to cry. Don't cry, Mr Tiki, said Mrs Tiggy. His tears fell to the floor. Splish splash, Splish splash, We love you just the way you are, Mr Tiki sniffed a big sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff. Thank you, Mrs Tiggy. That makes me feel so much better. I got on fine at school. Not particularly terrible, but not great. Neither my guess. There's something to be celebrated, considering the storeys you often hear about people's younger years. There was one teacher that would make a great impression on me. His name was Mr Expert. They love Blade Runner. I used to quote the tears of the rain speech in class. I don't know why it didn't really make any sense. But that was the sort of random thing which keeps a class of 11 year olds entertained. I really fancied him, too. I used to have all kinds of dirty dreams about him, but that's a storey for another time.