English, Audiobook (excerpt from Hunger Moon by Melissa Snark),
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)Transcript
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Audio Sample one. Take 4 for Farrah. It's just so rotating her head at an uncomfortable angle. Victoria narrowed her eyes and stared. Maybe upside down. But no, the giant inflatable santa in a cowboy hat and boots. Didn't look any better ugly. Want me to put it out of its misery? Grinning, Jasper took a menacing step toward the blow up doll. The teenage werewolf held up his hands, fingers spread to suggest a claw. No, vandalism is wrong. Victoria's reprimanded him with a stern frown, unwilling to admit how tempting she found the suggestion. Blow up. Santa dolls are wrong, Jasper. Exasperation. Editor voice. I'm alpha! I said no, as Jasper huffed, his arms raised and long neck craned, further, lending to the vision of a giant and gain lee bird. How much longer do we have to wait, Victoria's storm duck to slip beneath his flapping arms. It didn't take much at a couple inches shy of five ft. The top of her blond head was even with his mid chest. What are you four, Freya has commanded that. We wait right here. So we wait, jeez were waiting here over an hour now. He stared at the invisible watch on his wrist and pulled the figure out of thin air, both the product of his fertile imagination. It's been 20 minutes at most. Another 20 minutes alone with a bored teenager and victoria might just start entertaining the notion of popping santa for no other reason than giving Jasper something to do with himself. It's beside the point. Anyways, when a goddess tells you to wait, he interrupted. You wait. She nodded. We wait, Jasper didn't miss a beat. Just what are we waiting for, the goddess didn't say. His tongue poked past his lips. Can't you ask? One doesn't question A goddess victoria adopted a fierce frown, reprimanding his impertinence all the while. She owned her own impatience, feeling very much the hypocrite.