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Listen to Michael Moorcock Reading Your Favorite Work

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    Listen to Michael Moorcock Reading Your Favorite Work

    The portal, www.multiverse.org, now has all 8 1994 BBC reading excerpts available. I activated the Downloads module and uploaded all of them. Special thanks to Ailanreanter who spent time rescuing these fine audio snippets. Very enjoyable indeed.

    Please rate these works and don't forget to comment on them in the related article.

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    Last edited by Rothgo; 04-21-2010, 01:52 PM.
    The cat spread its wings and flew high into the air, hovering to keep pace with them as they moved cautiously toward the city. Then, as they climbed over the rubble of what had once been a gateway and began to make their way through piles of weed-grown masonry, the cat flew to the squat building with the yellow dome upon its roof. It flew twice around the dome and then came back to settle on Jhary's shoulder. - The King of the Swords
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    Thanks Berry, I very much enjoyed listening to these. Brought back old memories. It would be really cool to have Mike reading a whole novel all the way through, do you know if any full versions exist for hire or purchase?

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      I like hearing them so I can know the proper pronunciation.

      Mel-nib-bo-nAY (I was way off! :lol: )
      When they had advanced together to meet on common
      ground, then there was the clash of shields, of spears
      and the fury of men cased in bronze; bossed shields met
      each other and the din rose loud. Then there were
      mingled the groaning and the crowing of men killed and
      killing, and the ground ran with blood.

      Homer, The Illiad

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