text_original: Horab, king of a vanished race, turned now with a heavy scepter in his hand; and its jeweled head flashed brilliantly as he raised it high in air and shouted an echoing command into the room. A white hand was tugging at Garry's shoulder, a soft body clinging close, to turn him where new danger threatened.
text_transcription: HORAB KING OF A VANISHED RACE TURNED NOW WITH A HEAVY SCEPTRE IN HIS HAND AND ITS JEWELED HEAD FLASHED BRILLIANTLY AS HE RAISED IT HIGH IN AIR AND SHOUTED AN ECHOING COMMAND INTO THE ROOM A WHITE HAND WAS TUGGING AT GARRY'S SHOULDER A SOFT BODY CLINGING CLOSE TO TURN HIM WHERE NEW DANGER THREATENED
phonemes: hˈɔːɹæb, kˈɪŋ əvə vˈænɪʃt ɹˈeɪs, tˈɜːnd nˈaʊ wɪð ɐ hˈɛvi sˈɛptɚɹ ɪn hɪz hˈænd; ænd ɪts dʒˈuːəld hˈɛd flˈæʃt bɹˈɪliəntli æz hiː ɹˈeɪzd ɪt hˈaɪ ɪn ˈɛɹ ænd ʃˈaʊɾᵻd ɐn ˈɛkoʊɪŋ kəmˈænd ˌɪntʊ ðə ɹˈuːm. ɐ wˈaɪt hˈænd wʌz tˈʌɡɪŋ æt ɡˈæɹiz ʃˈoʊldɚ, ɐ sˈɔft bˈɑːdi klˈɪŋɪŋ klˈoʊs, tə tˈɜːn hˌɪm wˌɛɹ nˈuː dˈeɪndʒɚ θɹˈɛʔn̩d.