Audiobook - Science Fiction - Young Girl - Fantasy - Action
Rising Star
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General) RomanianTranscript
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I nodded slowly. Then I ask why? He blinked and looked at me as if I had broken out into a musical number. Seriously? Yeah. He always told us that if we ever needed him but couldn't find him. We were supposed to go to you. That you were the person in this city who could help us better than anyone else. I started him for a minute then I said, yeah, I can just see him saying that. I shook my head and never bothering to mention it to me. I'll give will credit. He was obviously terrified. But he managed to try a joke. He probably thought you were formidable enough without the confidence boost from something like that. Like I need his approval to be confident. I muttered. I studied will for a moment. I knew him well enough to know there was something off in his behavior. He was too quiet. Will wasn't the sort of man to sit at a table, fiddling with his napkin when his wife was missing and quite possibly in danger. He was terrified, frightened to such a degree that it was nearly paralytic. I recognize the look. I'd seen it in the mirror often enough. What aren't you telling me, Will? I asked quietly. He closed his eyes and shivered as a tear tracked down each cheek. George is pregnant, he whispered. Seven months. I nodded. Then I pushed the rest of my coffee away and got up. Let me get my coat. It's supposed to be nice today. Well said with my coat, I can carry more guns. I said, oh, he said, right, I'm bleeding a lot, but my achilles tendon isn't severed and I still have full mobility. It's only a matter of pain. I can handle pain against the internal need to sever the segment of snake whips still centered around my ankle. I leave it in place, letting the pressure it provides slow the bleeding. I don't have time for a proper bandage, not with Lucas closing in and the pain helps me focus once again, embrace myself against my cover, trying to listen for Lucas footsteps over the deafening barrage. It's hard to tell where he is. I can't count on the room's windows for our reflection, not with them shattered and falling to the street below. It's just me and 23 bullets this time when the click sounds from Lucas weapon, I come out low, ready to leap over any strike from his snake whip as I aim for his knees before I can fire another shot. The whip is lashing out to the left of me, cutting off my sideways retreat. I overcompensate veering back for the 2nd pillar. That's when I see Lucas a smile in a frozen moment. I understand we've practiced that maneuver before perhaps hundreds of times, and Lucas's laugh echoes in my head. We've been over this Oklahoma. Don't let your opponent decide your movements. Come on, let's try that again. But the hungry gleam and Lucas size makes it clear, there will be no do overs. I'm about to pay for my mistake. Chapter three residents enriching the speech sound When people criticize the quality of a broadcaster's voice, they're usually talking about residence. The vocal folds generates sound waves, but the resonating cavities and rich and augment the sound just as no two people look exactly alike. No two vocal mechanisms are exactly alike. The difference in the shape, size and resiliency of the resonating cavities makes each voice unique resonance not only gives each of us a different voice, but it also allows our voices to be heard to create sound waves. The vocal folds set air in motion in a wave like fashion fluttering open and closed. See chapter two. If these sound waves were not resonated, they would produce a faint sound barely audible to the human ear. Chapter one journey's beginning, Rachel bracket, watched road signs and mile markers blur past through a haze of tears. She could run for years and find no escape existed from relentless memories, pain and sadness. Never be able to give an explanation for the relief for excitement or the confusion born from the messy concoction. If anyone knew a brood inside of her, they think she was crazy or worse, some day Rachel thought I might be able to get the emotions under control, but not today. All she wanted was to run Rachel pushed a button to open the driver's side window. Fresh mountain air wafted through the car and a soft curl dressed the corner of her lips. Everything she needed fresh air time, as much distance from the past as possible. She whisked away remnants of tears and thumping both thumbs against the steering wheel, glanced out the window. Rachel drew in a heavy breath, filling her lungs and calming the tidal waves within. She couldn't deny how captivating the drive had been since leaving the city. Winding curves shimmered in the high afternoon sun, twisting through rich jade broadleaf and evergreen trees alongside rushing river snake through deep gorges and under occasional whitestone bridges. Rocky shore is decorated by wildflowers and more than one fisherman stood knee deep in the gurgling waters, with nylon lines dancing in the passing wakes.