Bob Bavnani (audiobook narration)
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Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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It is September 18 44 in Ireland on the very eve of the Great Famine. Billy Goggins father has just died in a British prison, and his cousin Seimas has sent Billy away to America. 1,000,000,000 is traveling companions. A destitute Irish peasant woman named Mira and her daughter, Fiona, endure the harsh passage to Gotham, America's greatest city. They're shipped nearly founders during a great storm, and later it's forced to pick her way through. A great forest of icebergs has lead to bark their ship. After finally arriving in New York, Mara and Fiona disappear. The first object, which saluted my eyes when I arrived on the coast was the sea and a slave ship, which was then riding at anchor and waiting for its cargo. These filled me with astonishment, which was soon converted into terror. I was now persuaded that I was going into a world of bad spirits and that they were going to kill me, their complexions too, differing so much from ours, their long here of the language. They spoke a multitude of black people of every description, chained together, dejection and sorrow. I fell motionless on the deck and fainted. Remember those monsters stories you heard as a kid? Well, all those stories were true, and they all live right here. And it's godforsaken city. Lisbon, Portugal. Owe. They are around us. We always were. They had a big part in events that changed the world as we know it. I would tell you how they all ended up in Lisbon, but that is another story. All you need to know over now is that I save the world twice. I had a little help from my friends. Don't let her innocent look fool you. This is actually a 6000 year old demon. He was kicked out of **** a few years ago. Meet puzzle, will ya? To my personal assistant. He smokes way too much. This is pizza boy, our intern. He's just a pizza delivery guy. And he just became our newest intern. And I'm afraid he's not a school as he looks here. Now, pay close attention fever. And some about to tell you may very well change the way you crap. I hate when this thing you get stuck. Just give me a minute. Mobley had been lucky. Baloo and Bagheera were right. The jungle is too dangerous for human. Mobley said goodbye to his family and friends with a heavy heart. He will always be my child, said Mother Wolf, with tears in her eyes. You will come and visit once in a while. Won't you ask Baloo and Bagheera? Of course, you will always be my family and best friends. Then Mobley went away. My primary source of melancholy was due to homesickness. I missed my mother and uncle and my grandfather. I miss playing with my cousins and sleeping in my own bed. I became increasingly disturbed by my inability to remember my mother's face. One evening I was so upset that I went to my room and was crying. I wasn't crying out loud. At least I don't remember any such wailing. But after less than five minutes of sobbing, my lamp was out, so I didn't see him in the darkness. But I heard somebody walk into my room. Who is there? It's me, replied Anoc. What's the matter, son? He asked. I was embarrassed being a male in almost a man. I hesitated to speak, but I couldn't keep my depression underground. I miss my family. I can't remember what they even looked like I don't want to forget them. I confessed. There was silence. I know what you mean. Purses. I remember my brow furrowed in curiosity. What do you mean? You remember I was brought here when I was younger than you. From a much farther distance, I didn't ask to come. It was decided for me by my great grandfather. I took a deep breath suddenly feeling that I had someone with which to commiserates. You missed your family? I asked very much. He answered in a slow, resolute manner. I went through a period of anger and despair. I lost the memory of my family Like you. I remember a time when I couldn't remember what their faces looked like. Back then, I lived here alone with mulches. He found me in my depression and he put his arm around me. He asked me What do you miss about your family? I was a little boy, maybe eight years old at the time. I didn't know what to say to that. Then he gave me the exercise of writing and clay. Everything that I loved about my parents, siblings, uncles, aunts, everybody. I was still a bit angry and didn't understand this pointless exercise. I figured it would only make things worse. Do it, he commanded.