HOLLOW EARTH - Audiobook Narrator Needed!

(Random passage, draft.) "...And yet, Ephraim wasn't quite sure what had awoken him at first: it was either the strong yet faded rumblr of the dying thunder outside the cavern or Arista's snoring from beside him, which honestly had enough solidity to it that it could easily rival the sounds of the ever-present storm. She lay tucked in beside him, her cheek pressed against his ribcage as though she had been lulled by his pulse. Her arm rested over his midsection as though she were trying to protect him even in her unconscious state, and her milk-colored hair still contained dampness from their escape from the night's brutal rain. The two of them had gone to sleep shivering and sobbing, Ephraim remembered as the lingering confusion brought on by his waking dream began to leave his thoughts, and both travelers were still soaked even after having found stable shelter within the rocks. After a night like the previous one, he dared not to even so much as breathe. Arista's snores, deep and exhausted, resonated throughout the cavern and made the air around them vibrate. Usually, such a sound at such a volume would annoy just about anyone, but for some odd reason, the sound made Ephraim feel safe and accompanied. He held his breath as his friend moaned softly and snuggled closer to his flank. Arista suddenly looked as small as Ephraim felt in comparison to the cave's towering stone walls and the roof that seemed to lift high enough to be among the clouds outside. She bore a peaceful - albeit tired - expression on her face as she fidgeted for a second more in her sleep before lying still, her bold muscles relaxing as she snored on once again. Then the thought hit Ephraim: what kind of monster would most consider this one woman? A frightened girl barely beyond twenty, only a year older than him, with no experience outside her own closeted environment? Arista was merely a victim of unfortunate happenstance, just as he had been once. He canceled out the sound of her monotonous boar impressions to concentrate on the feel of her chest rising and falling against his own, and soon enough he picked up the jumping pulsation that was her heartbeat in her neck. Then he investigated her by sight. She was a human, not some atrocity as her people had been depicted in the likes of venomous snakes on the posters plastered this way and that in towns once long ago as he had seen in his history textbooks throughout his schooling. No monster would have spilled its heart out to him in a  fit of tears and terror, and no monster would have sat and listened to his own cries of despair as he soldiered through the stories of his nightmare of a father. Ephraim suddenly felt sick as he stared at Arista; who in the world would want to hurt someone like this poor soul, someone with a heart so pure and a demeanor so bright and cheerful, only to hunt her down like she were some sort of mad animal that needed to be destroyed? He had to fight a sudden wave of disgust that came in the form of foggy anger and even nausea, and he didn't realize he had done so, but he also hugged Arista's sleeping form closer to him, as though he wanted to wrap her up in a sort of cocoon and save her from the dark eyes and scathing tongues that was humanity."