Dracula by Bram Stoker. Clear reading voice. German accent. Dramatic.

Sarah Close

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Description

Dracula by Bram Stoker. A dramatic extract that builds tension. Showcases my ability to draw in the listener. Subtle use of a German accent when needed.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

Accents

British (General) German

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
mhm. There is no carriage here. The her is not expected. After all, he will now come on to Book of India and return tomorrow or the next day better. The next day, while he was speaking, the horses began to May and snort and plunge wildly so that the driver had to hold them up. Then, amongst the chorus of screams from the peasants and a universal crossing of themselves, Akhilesh, with four horses, drove up behind us, overtook us and drew up beside the coach. I could see from the flash of our lamps as the rays fell on them that the horses were cold, black and splendid animals. They were driven by a tall man with a long brown beard and a great black hat, which seemed to hide his face from us. I can only see the gleam of a pair of very bright eyes, which seemed red in the lamplight. As he turned to us, he said to the driver, You're early tonight, my friend, the man stammered in reply the English hair. He was in a hurry. To which the strange replied, Well, that is why I suppose you wished him to go on to Book of India. You cannot deceive me, my friend. I know too much and my horses are swift. As he spoke, he smiled, and the lamplight fell on a hard looking mouth, with very red lips and sharp looking teeth. As white as ivory, one of my companions whispered to another. The line from Burger's Lenore didn't die, taught and written snare for the dead. Travel fast. The strange driver evidently heard these words, for he looked up with a gleaming smile. The passenger turned his face away at the same time, putting out his two fingers and crossing himself. Give me the hairs, luggage, said the driver. And with exceeding alacrity, my bags were handed out and put up into the collection. Then I descended from the side of the coach as the Kalish was close alongside the driver helping me with a hand that caught my arm in a grip of steel. His strength must have been prodigious. Without a word. He shook his reins. The horse is turned and we swept into the darkness of the past. As I looked back, I saw the steam from the horses of the coach by the light of the lamps and projected against it the figures of my late companions crossing themselves. Then the driver cracked his whip and called to his horses, and off they swept on their way to Book of India. As they sank into the darkness, I felt a strange chill, and a lonely feeling came over me. But a clerk was thrown over my shoulders and a rubber across my knees, and the driver said in excellent German. The night is Children, her and my master. The count bade me take all care of you. There is a flask closely ceviche, the plum brandy of the country underneath the seat, if you so should require it.