The Prophet

De: Jay Rauld

Narrado por: Maggie Weber

Greg is a reporter who is about to get the story of his life. The Prophet, an elusive figure who makes predictions about disasters has just tapped him to do an exclusive interview. Except Greg's not really a reporter.

Two minutes before entering his apartment, he didn't exist and when he meets the Prophet he finds out his true purpose- to kill the Prophet. But killing someone who is near omnipotent isn't easy, in fact, it takes more than one try even if you get it right.

The Prophet is a half horror, half comedy, half weird and will leave your jaw fully dropped by story's end.

Greg’s heart was racing like a heavy metal drum solo. He closed his eyes for a count of three and ran down. He tripped over someone he never even saw and they both rolled down the concrete steps. Greg hit his elbow and tailbone, crying out once in the tangle of arms and legs with a man whose skin didn’t feel right to the touch. They both came up, the man placing his hands on his knees as Greg grabbed wall to pull himself upright.

“Man, you gotta be more careful,” the man said. Greg looked at him and his mouth fell open. The man had a defleshed goat skull for a head and his skin was a shade of purple. He looked up at Greg with deep-yellow, owlish eyes and said, “What?”

Greg couldn’t speak. He shook his head. The man narrowed his eyes and his tongue rolled out of his mouth.

“Sayyyyy,” he said. “Are you that reporter guy?” He pointed a sleeveless, muscular arm at Greg. “It’s you!” He took a step forward, grunted, then looked down at his vest. The butt of the long knife stuck out of his torso like a handle. “Fuuu…” He collapsed.

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Great Commute Story

I don’t have much experience with audiobooks. I absorb things visually and by physical touch. Listening to things has never been my forte. Especially female voices. Just ask my ex-wives, mothers, and daughters. I don’t remember most of what they’ve ever said to me.

This is a short listen (barely over an hour) and perfect for a commute. The story was well conceived and kept me interested. There were times when I caught visions of a Matrix-like influence mixed with a 1940’s Sam Spade prose. I also thought of Eddie Murphy’s The Golden Child for a second or two (deep dive: I-I-I-I-I want the knife). You could get totally different stories from various narrators. Maggie Weber gives off a courtroom vibe. I’d like to hear it read as like a Morpheus or Humphrey Bogart.

There are a couple of small audio editing glitches, but it doesn’t remove from the experience at all. It was an enjoyable enough experience to make me want to pursue additional audiobooks. I never thought that would happen!