Audiobook Narration Demo Reel - Fantasy Genre for Walt Allen
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Young Adult (18-35)Accents
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Chapter one. The people in the world of Bellows needed a hero, an explosive light resonating in the grim darkness, a gift from the gods sent to fight tyranny and oppression of oryx wasn't there, Hero never would be. With a deep sigh, he yanked to the head of his acts out of the skull in front of him and wiped the blood and brain matter across his leather breeches. Battle exhaust everyone, even the most battle hardened. And for those who survive, it's a curse, a curse that could only be cured by dying in the next battle. But if Oryx was never that lucky, he was a mercenary in Ba topia, Ah, lawless land in the North Assess pool of the worst kind, his kind. He had been hiding in the north for almost a year, longing for a way to get back to his old life. I hate will free in raiding parties, he thought a silky black crow squawked behind him, cracking the still air. He turned his next slightly and watched the bird fly over his shoulder. It's white droppings splattering against his leather, Paul grins as it climbed higher into the sky. Damned loc! in Crow's worthless animals, he thought, smearing the white droppings off his armor. God's hate this damn place. He spat a stream of tobacco. Jeez, from between his pursed lips, the majority of it hitting the dead body, the sun overhead beamed down on his bald head as the beads of sweat slowly dripped off the stubble on his chin. His was dark. The battle scars across his chest. We're taught and thick.