Zoey

Marie

Ignacio

Galen

Ollie

Tala

Quinn

Bodie

Teacher

British

Vampire Bodyguard

Francis

Woman

Bodyguard

The Narrator

African lady

Soft Bubbly

Southern

Robot

Hailey

French

Hood

Indian Girl Accent

A French Girl

Male Russian Accent

Irish

Sivir's throat felt like it was coated in a layer of broken glass. The cracked flesh of her lips burned. Her eyes refused to focus. I've given them more than enough time to move on.

She leaned around the edge of the boulder. The caravan was still at the spring and showing no signs of moving on.

Why did they have to be Kthaons? Of the many, many tribes that want her dead, the Kthaons stood out in their persistence.

Sivir scanned the tribesmen again, looking for any sign the caravan might climb

Sivir

The Battle Mistress