Fantasy VO Audio Book Sample
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
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10 minutes later, four Giada Han warriors wandered in. They dismounted several paces from re Annan and me ran and moved behind me. They were dressed in white baggy shirts and pants. Leather sandals tied up the ankle on around the bottom of their pants. Dark maroon sash with two curved black handled daggers. And in the keffiyeh headdress of John warriors, the woman who seemed to be their leader, had a longer sash striped with a vivid red. Their horses sang. Villas were much shorter than Savona. Warhorses had wide feet with no apparent huffs, a broad chest and a shorter back than other breeds, which I had learned was to give them enormous endurance. Tamala, what do you think? A slave and a noble for ransom or two slaves. A young warrior spoke while the warrior in the lead stood and inspected us. They're being chased by Val down soldiers keep way. They're either criminals or nobles, Chingola said as she approached us. She was tall, dark skinned in her thirties, with a weathered face, which smiled at the moment. I also detected a strong illusion. See Gil Neil so I could put collars on you. We will determine later if you were ransomed or sold. In the meantime, you're on my property. Jamala drew her dagger and pointed her knife to the ground at her feet. I drew my knife and she took a step towards us. I motioned for reality to stay where she WAAS continue and you will have no need of slaves or mates, I said. Chamomile has stopped in surprise. Her three companions laughed. Jamala, I can't believe a girl has put you in your place. When Warrior said, Oh, I'm embarrassed for you to Mullah, Another said, Oh, the drinks this story will earn. Keep away, said still, laughing. He was younger and smaller than Shabalala, with an easy smile and laugh. Astrakhan steel a knife fighter Shinola broadened her smile as her warriors cheered her on fight fight. First blood wins, they chanted first blood winds. If I win, you and she are my slaves. If you win, you go free. Shame on the proposed this challenge, as if being a slave wasn't all that bad. First death winds, I answered, anyone could draw first blood to the death was the only way to determine the best fighter. Besides, no talent would ever agree to be a slave under any conditions