Audiobook Narration: Tales From the Back of a Bus

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Mason Carver

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Description

Audiobook sample chapter.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

Accents

North American (General)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
the moment Jake Mortimer had been dreading for months had arrived at 1:15 p.m. Pacific time. An anonymous looking package was jammed through his mail slot. It slapped to the floor. The sound of it froze. Jake and mid cigarette, his normal slouch straighten his black unkempt hair bounced briefly up in hackles. Hiss, cigarette hand hovered two inches from his lips, breathing stop. He did not move again until two inches of hot cigarette ash dropped into his lap. Sitting back on the sofa, he slapped the ash away and stared unseeing at the television where President Reagan was talking about oil or strategic missile defense or something. Jake wasn't listening. He wanted to hide. No, he wanted a drink. Instead, he stood and approached the entrance hall, cautiously peering around the door. Jamie saw it flat, thin, roughly rectangular brown addressed by hand in an elegant script. Metered postage in the upper right hand corner. In the upper left, no return address, the male slotted tor in a corner of the padded envelope open, and grape pulp bled onto the tile. Jake's heart fluttered as he bent over to touch it, to pick it up for a moment, he thought he might just pass out the way his vision clouded with bright golden pinpricks. He stood up too quickly in his head, swam, taking a deep breath. He steadied himself against the door. The package lay cradled in his arms, feeling warm and perversely alive. Yes, it would be warm, he said, holding it away from himself.