Audiobook Fantasy
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
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nuts. You are supposed to look at the sun's. Everyone knows that you'll burn your eyes out. Urine squeezed her eyes open and closed, trying to adjust to the dim light. Gradually spots still lingering. She made out the large Mameluke, shaking his beard at her son of the Sea Monster. You really are a midget. As they packed their gear, Jim Beard handed her a second canteen. Don't swallow anymore. Julie's next one could be a nepenthe. He didn't have to worry. Swallowing a gemstone was already on your runes list of things never to do again. Your wound felt as if she were moving through thick water. There was no escape. Not for her, not for anyone. She set down her equipment with a clank. Wake up, Jim Beard snapped his fingers in front of her face, but he ruined, barely blinked. What's wrong with you? He didn turned away. You still upset about those men? Don't be. They were criminals or they wouldn't have being here. I'm here and I'm not a criminal. He runs Voice was rusty foreign to her ears. No, your people didn't blow up that bridge over the jagged E cause someone did it was all over the posts. It wasn't us. Doesn't matter. You did something that paced off the wields. Now you're here. No, I'm here because of all of you that can't pick your nose without a gem to help you, she said angrily. The act of speaking releasing Russia feelings that she'd been trying to keep end. You poor, blooding fool, said Jem Beard, looking at her with pity. You think the ladies, they're going to give up their room Billy's and puddles because it's little square. It's digging them up. Or to see how Marie's Guild Stones Doctor Chance This planet runs on Jim's and one little Rabou isn't going to change that now. She was alone, more alone than she'd ever bean, possibly more alone than any human on Precious, she turned in the river's current, unable to see her own hands, her mind detached from her body. If only she could see the sky one last time. That deep, sunlit blue infinity, with its dog shaped clouds and squawking crows toe, lie against her ponies warm back in the blowing grass. She'd never even gotten a chance to say goodbye. Your room took a breath and began to sing Lesson skies calling or the Heavenly host This home Well, my friend, joining them by the Suns win. I'll catch up in a moment. That's all This life is just a moment. Then we ride the win Light was so smooth you wound Thought it was snail at first just a glimmer beneath the water Then it rose up like a star falling backwards Right The way the stone sang We will said your wound immeasurably Glad to have her friend back When we die Die asked the gems circling around her Yeah die death bed no longer alive alive What? What you ruined considered the question without impatience or annoyance They had all the time in the world. Now alive is what was alive Breath, blood Ah, heart I'm alive your own wiggled her fingers to prove it So our snails and crabs and birds and trees even the sky um I alive asked the stones, savoring the word. Yes, said he ruined after a thoughtful pause. You're alive too. She couldn't say how she knew it, but she knew it just the same, just as surely as she knew her goats were alive or her sisters. You should have a name. I have a name. I'm your wound. I loaned your wound and wound your wound. I ruined. Close enough. Side your wound. Now what is your name or Oy? Said the stone, playing with the sound. It's your wound, and we can't have the same name. How would we know who was who? No. You have to have your own name alive, suggested the gem. That's not a name. Not a normal one, anyway. Not like your wound. She considered the options. I don't know many Jim names. There's spinal and see Fire Rue Billy Violet. No, no, That was a new word for the stone. All right, What else? Asked your wound? All right, How about I in, Oh, letter. My the stone dimmed. Really those my aunt's names? No, said the stone. Who, strangely, your wound could hear underwater is if the voice was as much inside her as out. How about Layla? That's a good one. Or Elia, that's pretty, too. The gem shot out a burst of light like a firework or really, uh, no, I meant or Elia, Urine said, wiping water from her eyes. The gems spun around in the waters is ing sparks and beans. Aurilia, Aurilia, not Aurilia, Your owned groaned. What kind of a name is that? It sounds like a medicine or rarely declared The stone you're owns. Heart jumped against her ribs as if it might break through. An enormous furry man sat across from her, holding a rare Leah and dangling his legs in the warm pool. It was even bigger than gem bid, with a blunt, leathery nose and round dark eyes. Would wilds weren't really would. Wilds were just stories like Yao Is or II's. The creature cleared his throat and nodded politely at her. You are from sky country, he said, his voice smooth and melodic. You're owns head waved back and forth and disbelief. You are not off the sky, people. I am your room finally, said Head, still shaking. It was a dream. Just a dream, Or was it a nightmare? Didn't would wilds eat people? Then may you find Goodpasture? The enormous man said in the ritual greeting the sky country. And may your herds multiply, answered your wound, automatically trying to wake herself up and yours every time the wood wilds mouth opened. Your owned could see a full set of ivory teeth counter pointed by a pair of sharp fangs, bits of bark and leaves and other things your wound couldn't identify. Hung from his for What happened to your feet? You're owned? Asked in horror chaffing, the wood wild lifted a dripping nearly invisible foot out of the water to show her they're merely clean in a stomach dropping instant. It all came together. Would worlds can't be seen? No, not when we're clean, said the wood Wild. And we prefer to be called Would wins. Not would Wilde's, if you don't mind.