Message in a bottle

I find myself short of New Zealand accents for Weather Child, my next novel set in my country. The sad fact is I know more American podcasters, than NZers.

So here’s my plea; if you have decent recording equipment, an actor’s soul and the inclination, I could use some help. Please send me an mp3 sample of you reading the one of the following to pip at pjballantine.com. The parts are not large, but would add to this first example of podcast fiction set in NZ and you could be used for more than one part.

 

The part I want you to record is in bold– but I wanted you to have context.

For Men

“You shall not!” Royal roared, throwing back his chair, “Keep your foul magic ridden self away from it. Let her rest in peace!”

“Don’t tell me then, I’ll find out from Olive.”

“You’re not to see your sister either,” his father spat. “She’s to keep away from you—or be disinherited just the same.”

 

For Women

 

She shook herself, “You’re right. But they don’t seem…. happy. Actually perhaps you can help me with something Jacky.”

“Anything but money,” he smiled, leaning back in his chair, and played distractedly with his pack of smokes.

“There was this young man.”

“Not surprising..”

“Oh stop,” Olive downed the last of her tea, and leaned forward in her chair, “Harry Belton— Awakened just like you, but.. well not taking it so well. When he was lucid he was quite lovely, but lately we’d had to restrain him in bed. The Seraphim gave him terrible nightmares. But when I went in this morning he’d gone.”