Fantasy Audiobook - Excerpt from Name of The Wind

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Example of back and forth conversation between young male (American accent) and slightly whimsical senior male, in the context of a fantasy audiobook.

I do not own the content used here besides my own voice. All rights for the copy used go to Patrick Rothfuss, Daw Books, Inc., and related parties.

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Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Accents

North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
apathy noticed me as soon as I stepped out from behind the building where he'd been hiding. Hello there. Can I help you? You've misspelled ailments, I pointed out. He looked surprised. It's a joke, actually, he explained. I prove it. Oh, Ailes, I said, nodding. I get it. I brought my hand out of my pocket. Can you celebrate anything for a penny? He seemed struck between amusement and curiosity. What are you looking for? I'd like some less ilium. We had performed Fairy in the fair a dozen times in the last month, and it had filled my young mind with intrigue and assassination. Are you expecting someone to poison you? He said, somewhat taken aback. Not really. But it seems to me that if you wait around until you know you need an antidote, it's probably too late to pick one up. I suppose I could sell you a penny's worth, he said. That would be about a dose for a person your size. But it's dangerous stuff in its own right. It only cure certain poisons. You can hurt yourself if you take it at the wrong time. Oh, I said I didn't know that in the play, it was touted as an infallible Curole. Apathy tapped his lips thoughtfully. Can you answer me a question? In the meantime, I nodded. Whose truth is that? In a way, it's mine, I said. But in another way, it's my father's because he runs the show and points which way the wagons go. But it's Baird. Great fellows, too, because he's our patron. We're Lord Gray fellows, men. The old man gave me an amused look. I've heard of you. Good troop, good reputation. I nodded, not seeing any point in false modesty. Do you think your father might be interested in taking on any help? He asked. I don't claim to be much of an actor, but I'm handy to have around. I could make you face paint and ruse that aren't all full of lead and mercury and arsenic. I could do lights too quick, clean and bright, different colors if you want them. I didn't have to think too hard about it. Candles were expensive and vulnerable to drafts, torches were dirty and dangerous, and everyone in the troop learned the dangers of cosmetics at an early age.