Dracula - Bram Stoker

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This shows the natural tone of my voice and gives you an understanding of how I naturally read - albeit with the atmosphere of something dark and fearing such as Dracula.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Accents

British (England - East Anglia, Cambridge, Hertfordshire)

Transcript

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his face was a strong, very strong aquiline, with high bridge of the thin nose and peculiarly arched nostrils with lofty domed forehead and hair growing scantily round the temples but profusely elsewhere, his eyebrows very massive, almost meeting over the nose and with bushy hair that seemed to curl in its own profusion. The mouth, so far as I could see it under the heavy mustache, was fixed and rather cruel. Looking with peculiarly sharp white teeth, he's protruded over the lips. His remarkable readiness showed astonishing vitality in a man of his years. For the rest, his ears were pale and at the tops, extremely pointed. The chin was broad and strong, and the cheeks firm the thin. The general effect was one of extraordinary power. Hitherto, I had noticed the backs of his hands. They lay on his knees in the firelight, and they had seemed rather white and fine. But seeing them now close to me, I cannot but noticed that they were rather cause broad with squat fingers. Strange to say, there were hairs in the center of the palm. The nails were long and fine and cut with sharp point as the count leaned over me in his hands Touched May could not repress a shudder. It may have been that his breath was rank, but a horrible feeling of nausea came over me, which do what I would. I could not conceal. The count, Evidently noticing it, drew back on with a grim sort of smile, which showed Mawr than he had yet done. His platoon Morant teeth sat himself down again on his own side of the fireplace. We were both silent for a while. As I looked towards the window, I saw the first Tim Streak of the coming dawn that seemed a strange stillness over everything. But as I listened, I heard a Ziff from down below in the valley, the howling of many wolves. The count's eyes gleamed and he said, Listen to them, the Children of the night, what music they make.