English male American deep voiced audiobook
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
British (General) North American (General)Transcript
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twigs sat on the floor between his mother's knees, and curled his toes in the thick fleece of the tilt a rug. It was cold and drafty in the cabin, twig, lean forwards and open the door of the stove. I want to tell you the story of how you got your name, his mother said, but I know that story. Mother mine twig protested, spelled aside, took felt her warm breath on the back of his neck, and smelled the pickled trip we'd she had eaten for lunch. She wrinkled his nose like so much of the food which the wood trolls relished to have found trip. We disgusting, particularly pickled. It was slimy and smells of rotten eggs. This time it'll be different. He heard his mother saying. This time. I will finish. The tail. Took frowned. I thought I already heard the ending spelled the tasseled her son's thick black hair. He's grown so fast, she thought, and wiped a tear from the end of a rubbery button nose. A tale can have many innings, she said sadly, and watched the purple light from the fire gleaming on twigs, high cheekbones, and sharp chin from the moment you were born, she began, and she always began. You were different