A husky British accent with great understanding of intonation.

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Narrated & produced the sample from Phillip Pulmans 'Amber Spyglass' with adobe creative suite.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Accents

British (England - South East - Oxford, Sussex) British (General)

Transcript

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in a valley shaded with rhododendrons close to the snow line, where a stream milky with melt water splashed where doves and limits flu. Among the immense pines lay a cave half hidden by the crag above, and the stiff, heavy leaves that clustered below the woods were full of sound. The stream between the rocks, the wind among the needles of the pine branches, the chitter of insects. The cries are smaller boreal mammals as well as the birdsong and from time to time are stronger. Gust of wind would make one of the branches of a cedar offer move against another and grown like a cello. It was a place of brilliant sunlight. Neverland, apple shafts of lemon go brilliance, lance down to the forest floor between bars and pools of brown green shade. And the light was never still never constant because drifting mist would often float among the treetops, filtering all the sunlight to a pearly sheen and brushing every pine cone with moisture that glisten when the mist lifted. Sometimes the witness in the clouds condensed into tiny jobs, half missed and half rained, floated downwards rather than fell, making a soft rustling pattern among the millions of needles. There was a narrow path beside the stream, which led from a village a little more than a cluster of herdsmen, as dwellings at the foot of the valley to half were enshrined near the glacier at his head, a place where faded silken flags streamed out in the perpetual wind from the high mountains and offerings of barley cakes and dried tea were placed by pious. Village is an artefact of the light and the ice, and the vapour enveloped the head of the valley and perpetual rain bows. The cave lay somewhere above the path. Many years before, a holy man had lived there meditating and fasting and praying, and the place was venerated for the sake of his memory. It was 30 ft or so deep with a dry floor and had healed, then for a bear or a wolf. But the only creatures living in it for years had been birds and bats