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Del 22 al 25 de mayo la compañía Tranvía Teatro estrena la obra «Lucía el sol sobre Troya» en el Teatro del Mercado de Zaragoza. Hablamos con su directora, Cristina Yañez y con sus protagonistas, Jesús Bernal, Ana Cózar y Daniel Martos.

In this episode, Megha shares more exciting updates about Eve's company roadmap and its eVTOL aircraft, as well as going into detail about the holistic approach it is taking when helping to build the future AAM ecosystem. We discuss what is in store for the rest of 2025, the exciting partnerships it has made across the world - including India, South Korea and Brazil - and Eve's relationship with Brazil's ANAC which focuses on the importance of close collaboration between regulators and certification bodies. As well as the aircraft, Megha talks about how Eve is approaching vertiport infrastructure and integration with existing urban environments, then the work towards building public trust in Advanced Air Mobility.

Academia de los Nocturnos 4x31 Esta semana nos echamos al monte con nuestro invitado, José Manuel Márquez Peralta. José Manuel nos explicará el origen y la historia de los maquis en Andalucía, particularmente en Granada, durante la posguerra civil española. Nos hablará de sus motivaciones, su lucha contra el régimen franquista y el crucial papel de las mujeres como enlaces. Abordaremos también las diferencias entre los maquis andaluces y los de otras regiones de España, así como la falta de reconocimiento histórico de estos guerrilleros y sus colaboradores. En la sección "Caminando entre Monstruos" exploraremos, de la mano de Javier Resines, el concepto de “rewilding” en España. Javier nos describirá la reserva Paleolítico Vivo, cerca de Atapuerca, como un ejemplo de este fenómeno conservacionista que busca recuperar ecosistemas reintroduciendo fauna histórica, como bisontes. Sed bienvenidos y bienvenidas. Podcast Academia de los Nocturnos Dirige: Félix Friaza Presentan: Félix Friaza y Lola Velasco Colaboran: Álvaro Anula y Javier Resines Locución: Laura Cárdenas y Ana Cárdenas Edición y diseño: Paco Cárdenas Si te gusta nuestro programa, suscríbete en Ivoox, comenta y dale a Me gusta a nuestros programas, tu respaldo nos motiva a seguir adelante y a mejorar. Y si los compartes, nos ayudarás a que los conozcan más personas. - Suscríbete a nuestro podcast aquí: https://go.ivoox.com/sq/1523888 - Añádenos a Whatsapp: (+34) 644 848 546 - Nuestro correo: academianocturnos@gmail.com - Síguenos en Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AcademiaDeLosNocturnos - Las opiniones expresadas por los invitados son de su exclusiva responsabilidad y no necesariamente representan la opinión de la dirección del programa. Créditos de las músicas: - Sintonía: Scarborough Fair – Nox Arcana - Cuña 1: BSO Poltergeist – Jerry Goldsmith – “The calling” - Cuña 2: BSO Nosferatu (2024) – “Once upon a time” - Cuña 3: BSO Encuentros en la tercera fase – John Williams – “Wild signals” - Cuña 4 contacto: “Salem's Lot Soundtrack | Town Theme - Nathan Barr & Lisbeth Scott | WaterTower Music” - Música presentación invitados: BSO The Haunting of Hill House – “Take her down” - Cierre de programa - Music from Uppbeat (free for Creators!): http://uppbeat.io/t/spinnin-tape/no-joyce - License code: JUYLRAH7OVALM3LC Músicas del capítulo: - Leonard Cohen - The Partisan - “EL MAQUIS” (The Partisan) Adaptación Joanjo Bosk

Foi aprovado recentemente no Senado o PL 13/2022 , chamado de "Lei Joca", que cria novas regras para o transporte aéreo de animais domésticos. A senadora Margareth Buzetti (PSD-MT), relatora da proposta, conversou com a jornalista Carla Benevides, da TV Senado, sobre o texto aprovado. Ela destaca como deverá ser feita a regulamentação pela ANAC, e comenta algumas regras e especificidades, como os casos distintos para animais que não podem ir na cabine, as condições mínimas de bem-estar dos animais transportados e outras.

Academia de los Nocturnos 4x30 Volvemos con una segunda entrega de Crónica Negra, y nos sumergiremos en escalofriantes historias reales del pasado. Comenzaremos viajando a la Inglaterra de 1827 para desentrañar el misterioso caso del "Granero Rojo", un crimen que se convirtió en una leyenda popular llena de giros inesperados e incluso elementos esotéricos en su resolución. Luego, nos trasladaremos a Jaén para explorar un caso tan impactante que llegó hasta el gobierno de España a principios del siglo XX. Conoceréis la perturbadora historia de un cura y el brutal asesinato de su propio padre por un conflicto de tierras. Finalmente, nos enfrentaremos al más reciente "misterio del cadáver de la catedral de Jaén". ¿Muerte accidental o un macabro ritual satánico o masónico? Descubriremos las extrañas circunstancias del hallazgo de un hombre desnudo y cubierto de plumas frente a la catedral y las teorías conspirativas que surgieron. Esta noche haremos una inmersión profunda en el lado más oscuro de la historia. Y después exploraremos con Álvaro Anula la aparición de la Antártida en mapas antiguos, mucho antes de su descubrimiento oficial. Se centrará especialmente en un mapa medieval español encontrado en El Burgo de Osma, datado de 1086, que también muestra una tierra austral. La representación de la Antártida sigue siendo un enigma. Será el “Enclaves de Leyenda” de esta semana. Sed bienvenidos y bienvenidas. Podcast Academia de los Nocturnos Dirige: Félix Friaza Presentan: Félix Friaza y Lola Velasco Colaboran: Álvaro Anula y Javier Resines Locución: Laura Cárdenas y Ana Cárdenas Edición y diseño: Paco Cárdenas Si te gusta nuestro programa, suscríbete en Ivoox, comenta y dale a Me gusta a nuestros programas, tu respaldo nos motiva a seguir adelante y a mejorar. Y si los compartes, nos ayudarás a que los conozcan más personas. - Suscríbete a nuestro podcast aquí: https://go.ivoox.com/sq/1523888 - Añádenos a Whatsapp: (+34) 644 848 546 - Nuestro correo: academianocturnos@gmail.com - Síguenos en Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AcademiaDeLosNocturnos - Las opiniones expresadas por los invitados son de su exclusiva responsabilidad y no necesariamente representan la opinión de la dirección del programa. Créditos de las músicas: - Sintonía: Scarborough Fair – Nox Arcana - Cuña 1: BSO Poltergeist – Jerry Goldsmith – “The calling” - Cuña 2: BSO Nosferatu (2024) – “Once upon a time” - Cuña 3: BSO Encuentros en la tercera fase – John Williams – “Wild signals” - Cuña 4 contacto: “Salem's Lot Soundtrack | Town Theme - Nathan Barr & Lisbeth Scott | WaterTower Music” - Música presentación invitados: BSO The Haunting of Hill House – “Take her down” - Cierre de programa - Music from Uppbeat (free for Creators!): http://uppbeat.io/t/spinnin-tape/no-joyce - License code: JUYLRAH7OVALM3LC Músicas de fondo: - The Bone Collector - A playing killer - by Craig Armstrong - The Bone Collector - Amelias gift - by Craig Armstrong

Esta noche viajaremos al Antiguo Egipto con Rubén Villalobos, que nos presenta su libro "Faraonas: misterios y curiosidades de las grandes damas del Nilo". Exploraremos las vidas, el poder y los misterios que rodean a diversas reinas y faraonas del antiguo Egipto. Rubén desmitificará algunas creencias populares y ofrecerá perspectivas fascinantes sobre estas figuras históricas femeninas. También mencionará anécdotas curiosas y abordará la fascinación que algunas de estas mujeres han generado a lo largo del tiempo. Javier Resines presenta en su sección "Caminando entre Monstruos" la búsqueda de Basajaun, la versión aragonesa del Bigfoot, centrándose en avistamientos y hallazgos en la provincia de Huesca. Nos relatará un caso de 1993 donde leñadores se encontraron con una criatura simiesca, y cómo este evento inspiró a exploradores franceses a buscar evidencias en los Pirineos, encontrando estructuras de ramas y huellas inusuales. También nos hablará del "Proyecto Bigfoot", una iniciativa que utiliza inteligencia artificial para geolocalizar posibles áreas de presencia de estos homínidos, buscando pruebas definitivas de su existencia. Y hoy diremos el ganador o la ganadora del libro “Salmon Enterprise”, de Gustavo Doménech. ¡No os lo perdáis! Programa completo. Programa Comansi. (Qué viejos somos…) Sed bienvenidos y bienvenidas. Podcast Academia de los Nocturnos Dirige: Félix Friaza Presentan: Félix Friaza y Lola Velasco Colaboran: Álvaro Anula y Javier Resines Locución: Laura Cárdenas y Ana Cárdenas Edición y diseño: Paco Cárdenas Si te gusta nuestro programa, suscríbete en Ivoox, comenta y dale a Me gusta a nuestros programas, tu respaldo nos motiva a seguir adelante y a mejorar. Y si los compartes, nos ayudarás a que los conozcan más personas. - Suscríbete a nuestro podcast aquí: https://go.ivoox.com/sq/1523888 - Añádenos a Whatsapp: (+34) 644 848 546 - Nuestro correo: academianocturnos@gmail.com - Síguenos en Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AcademiaDeLosNocturnos - Las opiniones expresadas por los invitados son de su exclusiva responsabilidad y no necesariamente representan la opinión de la dirección del programa. Créditos de las músicas: - Sintonía: Scarborough Fair – Nox Arcana - Cuña 1: BSO Poltergeist – Jerry Goldsmith – “The calling” - Cuña 2: BSO Nosferatu (2024) – “Once upon a time” - Cuña 3: BSO Encuentros en la tercera fase – John Williams – “Wild signals” - Cuña 4 contacto: “Salem's Lot Soundtrack | Town Theme - Nathan Barr & Lisbeth Scott | WaterTower Music” - Música presentación invitados: BSO The Haunting of Hill House – “Take her down” - Cierre de programa - Music from Uppbeat (free for Creators!): http://uppbeat.io/t/spinnin-tape/no-joyce - License code: JUYLRAH7OVALM3LC Músicas de fondo: - BSO El Príncipe de Egipto - Banda Sonora Hans Zimmer - “El clamor” - BSO Gods of Egypt – “Osiris' Garden” · Marco Beltrami

Começa velório de papa Francisco. Caso Bernardo: condenada pela morte do menino de 11 anos é encontrada morta na prisão. Voepass entra com pedido de recuperação judicial após ter voos suspensos pela Anac. Imposto de Renda: Receita abre nesta quarta consulta ao lote residual da restituição; veja como fazer. As 60 melhores novelas dos 60 anos de TV Globo.

Academia de los nocturnos 4x28 Esta semana nos visita José Luis Roche, quien trae bajo el brazo su libro "Ellos nos hablan", que trata sobre sus investigaciones en el campo de las psicofonías. Además, compartirá sus métodos de grabación y análisis, así como los resultados obtenidos en diversos lugares con supuesta actividad paranormal. A lo largo del programa reproduciremos numerosas psicofonías capturadas por Roche, y abordaremos las diferencias entre las psicofonías superficiales y las obtenidas bajo ruido blanco, así como las experiencias personales de Roche durante sus investigaciones. "Matadlo", "Dejadme subir" o "Es mía" son ejemplos de psicofonías que escucharemos esta noche, que cuentan historias olvidadas. Y esta noche conoceremos de la mano de Álvaro Anula y su "Enclaves de Leyenda" algunas de las leyendas de la localidad galesa de Llantrisant. Se centrará en un misterioso evento durante la Primera Guerra Mundial, donde tres hombres que se decían sacerdotes oficiaron una misa por el Santo Grial, provocando extraños sucesos. Os recordamos que sorteamos un libro, “Salmon Enterprise”, de Gustavo Doménech, firmado por el autor. Estáis a tiempo de participar, en este programa y en el anterior os decimos cuáles son las bases. Tenéis de plazo hasta el próximo martes. Sed bienvenidos y bienvenidas. Podcast Academia de los Nocturnos Dirige: Félix Friaza Presentan: Félix Friaza y Lola Velasco Colaboran: Álvaro Anula y Javier Resines Locución: Laura Cárdenas y Ana Cárdenas Edición y diseño: Paco Cárdenas Si te gusta nuestro programa, suscríbete en Ivoox, comenta y dale a Me gusta a nuestros programas, tu respaldo nos motiva a seguir adelante y a mejorar. Y si los compartes, nos ayudarás a que los conozcan más personas. - Suscríbete a nuestro podcast aquí: https://go.ivoox.com/sq/1523888 - Añádenos a Whatsapp: (+34) 644 848 546 - Nuestro correo: academianocturnos@gmail.com - Síguenos en Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AcademiaDeLosNocturnos - Las opiniones expresadas por los invitados son de su exclusiva responsabilidad y no necesariamente representan la opinión de la dirección del programa. Créditos de las músicas: - Sintonía: Scarborough Fair – Nox Arcana - Cuña 1: BSO Poltergeist – Jerry Goldsmith – “The calling” - Cuña 2: BSO Nosferatu (2024) – “Once upon a time” - Cuña 3: BSO Encuentros en la tercera fase – John Williams – “Wild signals” - Cuña 4 contacto: “Salem's Lot Soundtrack | Town Theme - Nathan Barr & Lisbeth Scott | WaterTower Music” - Música presentación invitados: BSO The Haunting of Hill House – “Take her down” - Cierre de programa - Music from Uppbeat (free for Creators!): http://uppbeat.io/t/spinnin-tape/no-joyce - License code: JUYLRAH7OVALM3LC

今回は、ANA のマイレージクラブ変更いろいろ、成田空港C滑走路29年3月供用開始予定、アシアナ航空全機にてロゴの除去作業を完了、ウエストジェット・成田～カルガリー線を通年デイリー化といったニュースについて語っています。ビデオを見たいかたはこちらから：https://zencastr.com/z/SgN_JrHU今シーズンもお聞きいただき、ありがとうございました！また少しお休みをいただいて、ゴールデンウィーク明け頃からシーズン 7 をお届けしたいと思いますので、引き続きよろしくお願いします。

Academia de los nocturnos 4x27 Esta noche exploramos dos casos de crónica negra: el asesinato de la Dalia Negra y su impacto cultural, y un juicio peculiar en la Inglaterra del siglo XIX donde un hombre fue juzgado por matar a un supuesto fantasma. La sección “Caminando entre Monstruos” viene enfocada esta noche en la criatura mitológica del Kraken. Javier introduce dos próximas películas sobre el Kraken que se estrenarán en este año, una noruega y otra rusa. Además, explora la historia y posible origen del mito del Kraken, vinculándolo con avistamientos de calamares gigantes y mencionando lugares con presencia de estas criaturas. Además, volvemos a sortear un libro, en este caso, “Salmon Enterprise”, de Gustavo Doménech, firmado por el autor. En el programa os decimos las bases para participar, así como la fecha límite para enviar vuestros comentarios. Sed bienvenidos y bienvenidas. Podcast Academia de los Nocturnos Dirige: Félix Friaza Presentan: Félix Friaza y Lola Velasco Colaboran: Álvaro Anula y Javier Resines Locución: Laura Cárdenas y Ana Cárdenas Edición y diseño: Paco Cárdenas Si te gusta nuestro programa, suscríbete en Ivoox, comenta y dale a Me gusta a nuestros programas, tu respaldo nos motiva a seguir adelante y a mejorar. Y si los compartes, nos ayudarás a que los conozcan más personas. - Suscríbete a nuestro podcast aquí: https://go.ivoox.com/sq/1523888 - Añádenos a Whatsapp: (+34) 644 848 546 - Nuestro correo: academianocturnos@gmail.com - Síguenos en Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AcademiaDeLosNocturnos - Las opiniones expresadas por los invitados son de su exclusiva responsabilidad y no necesariamente representan la opinión de la dirección del programa. Créditos de las músicas: - Sintonía: Scarborough Fair – Nox Arcana - Cuña 1: BSO Poltergeist – Jerry Goldsmith – “The calling” - Cuña 2: BSO Nosferatu (2024) – “Once upon a time” - Cuña 3: BSO Encuentros en la tercera fase – John Williams – “Wild signals” - Cuña 4 contacto: “Salem's Lot Soundtrack | Town Theme - Nathan Barr & Lisbeth Scott | WaterTower Music” - Música presentación invitados: BSO The Haunting of Hill House – “Take her down” - Cierre de programa - Music from Uppbeat (free for Creators!): http://uppbeat.io/t/spinnin-tape/no-joyce - License code: JUYLRAH7OVALM3LC Músicas de fondo: - OST The Bone Collector – “Amelia’s gift” - by Craig Armstrong - OST The Bone Collector – “A playing killer” - by Craig Armstrong

Graduation Day.  Book 3 in 18 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels."You know nothing of what you speak of, Ishara, yet you now feel free to insult us," she simmered."Don't know, don't care. It was all before my time. I care about the 'here-and-now' as well as what we do in the future. What I am asking you is what concrete item or 'thing' can be provided to House Zorja to put this blood feud behind you. Name it and House Ishara will endeavor to procure it for you.""We are not merchants," Jana's eyes narrowed."No. I didn't imply you were. If you want new sandals for everyone in your House, I'll find you new sandals. If you want 100,000 acres of ranchland, I'll find you the land. Name it," I persisted."Our prestige cannot be bought," she 'explained'."No, but a blood feud with House Ishara can be avoided by making a request of us in the same way as expressing your desire to harm my daughter can be expressed by denying my offer," I hardened. "And 'fuck you very much' if you think I won't use every son, daughter, mother, aunt, and uncle of Ishara when I come gunning for House Zorja too.""You wouldn't dare bring outsiders into this," Klavdiya interjected."Why not? The offices of Ishara handed House Zorja the coup of the century ~ the capture of the People's Liberation Army Navy nuclear carrier. A member of House Zorja commanded that task, yet they did so by leading forces marshalled by House Ishara, outsider forces. You may wish to keep playing by old rules concerning who is and isn't part of a House, but I am not so constrained, sisters.""So Klavdiya, if House Meenakshi pursues its blood feud with House Zorja, House Ishara will gleefully join them in the pummeling. And we have Isharans in the 9 Clans, the Khanate and the Illuminati who will gladly help us out in slapping them around like the old-fashion curmudgeons they are showing themselves to be, or, House Zorja may request a gift from House Ishara and we will happily clear accounts between them and House Meenakshi in the name of our daughter, Parvati. Their choice.""You are still on the mats," Elsa reminded me. Sikia coiled protectively next to us."And you said something about a lesson being long overdue," Pamela smirked, "Kitten.""Cáel Ishara," Shawnee said in a soft voice, "perhaps it is germane to the argument: the fault of the blood feud rests with House Zorja, not House Meenakshi."I fell on my back, carrying Tad fi with me. She gasped out in surprise while remaining closely cuddled with me. Her right hand never left my lips."Why does no one tell me this shit?" I moaned."You are hard," Tad fi announced. "Are you ready to have more sex?" She was sounding upbeat about our prospects. She was also ignorant of our surroundings being deaf and blind to the mortal realm."Gossamer Wing," I created a pet name for the augur, "we are lying on the sparring mats of a large combat arena in the central Full-blooded training center for Havenstone with roughly 500 sisters in attendance (the audience had grown). While I am enticed by your scent, words, proximity and sweet memories of what we've shared, I'm probably going to be badly beaten up really soon for a terrific diplomatic snafu.""But then we can have sex?""Yeah. I'm totally up for having sex with you after they release me from Medical," I assured her. I looked around her to a very unhappy Mahdi."Can you find it in your heart to forgive House Zorja? Anything I can,""Yes," she abruptly cut me off.What the fuck?"At this time, my hatred of House Ishara, and you in particular, make any grievance I have with House Zorja pale in comparison. You have bewitched my only daughter. She bares your child, and it will be a wonderful child if the soiled augur you've stuck your cock in is to be believed," she ground out bitterly. "I want to go home. I want to find enemies to kill. And when I do, Cáel Ishara, know each and every one of them will carry your face in my mind."She turned to Jana. "Do you agree that we both hate Ishara enough to put aside our current differences?"Jana studied Mahdi, me, then Mahdi again and agreed. She stood. Mahdi stood. They clasped arms like Amazons, then hugged like sisters."Agreed. He is much worse."My thoughts on the matter. Woot! I was having sex! Oh, and I was making Aya happy by ending a blood feud."My admiration of you continues to increase," Krasimira looked at me. "This diplomacy stuff is harder than it looks yet you pull it off so effortlessly.""Yay me!" I muttered."Keeper, are we done?" Sikia asked Krasimira."I believe so," the older Amazon rose to her feet. Sikia was far faster in rising."Mahdi of Meenakshi, you have insulted me and my augur. Defend yourself," she snarled. If Tad fi hadn't been immediately present, Mahdi wouldn't have even warranted a warning no doubt."Had you done your job," Mahdi flowed into her fighting stance, "you both wouldn't be pregnant.""Whoa now," I struggled to rise while keeping Tad fi close and my body between her and the Meenakshi/Zorja side of the mat. "Sikia, I can't let you fight. You're pregnant too.""Don't be stupid, Cáel Ishara," Sikia retreated off the mat, so she could shed her jacket and footwear. "Amazons have fought pregnant for thousands of years.""Hold on now," NYPD Sgt. Larisa Kutuzov said in English as she moved forward. I was a millisecond too late. Larisa's foot touched down on the mat and Marlene Zorja popped her one, a hand chop to the larynx. The senior cop stumbled forward."Mom!" shouted Nikita. Marlene followed up with a leg sweep, putting Larisa face first on the mats, then a fist strike to the back of the head, knocking her out. Neat and tidy in less than two seconds.Nikita was about to charge in when Chaz stopped her."Footwear," he advised in the tone of voice I had learned to associate with him and imminent violence. The moment he stopped her, he was quickly removing his own socks and shoes. Virginia and Pamela were doing the same. I was allowed freedom of movement because I was holding Tad fi. Krasimira exited because of her unique status. The rest were already barefoot."Gale, could you please stay with Tad fi," I tried to hand her off."No," Gale looked me over. "I will fight." No hint on whose side she would be fighting on. Krasimira came to my rescue."I'll take her.""Tad fi," I told the augur, "I have to go get beaten up now, but I promise I will be back for you directly.""This is not your fight," Krasimira said. "The words and deeds are Sikia's.""A, she carries my child and B, the deeds being called into question are my fault.""You told me once they were the Will of Ishara," Krasimira mused."We are one in the same," I gave a lopsided grin."Be careful," Tad fi pleaded. "Your future is a chaotic jumble, I cannot see,""Eh, I've been very bad. We'll talk about it later. Gotta go," I headed onto the mats.Pamela was giving the ground rules to the 'normals': No 'fair warnings'. No 'fair play'. No 'time outs'. You fought until unconscious, or you surrendered."This is going to suck," Virginia assessed our odds. Two Amazons had removed Larisa from the mats and were tending to her. Nikita was kneeling by her side until she heard Virginia, then came our way.Besides Sikia, we had Pamela, Chaz, Virginia, myself and Nikita. Oneida stepping up was nice. She wasn't a great combatant, but we dearly needed the help. Gale joining us was, unsettling. Amazons don't play fair, so this could be a ruse.Against us were all three Zorja and both Meenakshi ~ I imagined Rhada felt she had something to prove to her mother. They'd picked up ten other Amazons and Rhonwenn Nemain. Klavdiya joined them to counterbalance her baby sister. Eight to seventeen ~ ouch."Damn," a familiar voice from my first days on the job spoke up from behind me, "we almost missed this." I didn't dare look over my shoulder. Desiree stepped between Chaz and Virginia. Rachel came up on my left and Tiger Lily on my right. At the tail end of our line was Mona, Meridian, Brielle and Wiesława. Fifteen to seventeen was looking much better, especially considering Desiree had brought five Security Detail warriors with her, all of whom were moving to further bolster our numbers."Rachel," Elsa looked to her underling, "you have no idea why you are fighting.""It is for Cáel. So it must be for a better tomorrow," Rachel laughed."Very well," Elsa smirked."You!" Mahdi pointed at me, and we both charged. It was a jumbled nightmare of clashing bodies, war cries and flashes of movement all around. Our side had two main advantages -While Chaz was by no means the best hand-to-hand combatant present, he knew the basic Amazon style and most Amazons didn't know his. Added to his overall height and bulk advantages, he bought us time.Of greater importance, Rachel, Tiger Lily and Mona had extensive training working as a team, which none of the opponents had.Elsa was the most dangerous individual on the mat. Pamela was the second most dangerous, so Elsa grabbed a couple of partners and ganged up on her to drive her off the mats. Chaz went next, out-Elsa'ed and beaten unconscious. The issue was, it took her too long to accomplish those two feats. By the time she rounded on me, Rachel and Tiger Lily, our half of the field had wiped out theirs. It was six of us (me, Rachel, Tiger Lily, Gale, Wiesława and Desiree) versus four of them (Elsa, Marlene, Klavdiya and Rhonwenn).Still, I was facing Elsa, so a judicious bit of treachery was required."Gale," I huffed and puffed, "please retire. I don't want you to fight your sister.""What?" Gale snapped. She'd taken a beating, yet remained feisty."No, fighting her sister is okay with me," Desiree scowled. "We are still facing fucking Elsa.""All the other women you have mated with have failed. I remain," Gale trumpeted."Oh, you are right," I half-turned. "All the reason you are more precious to me.""Really?""Of course," I deepened my introspective appreciation of her."Oh," and Klavdiya punched Rhonwenn. That was an 'oh, Cáel Ishara must actually care for my baby sister and not be just a Playa' on Klavdiya's part. Yeah. I'm a horrible fucking person at times.Rachel, Tiger Lily and I rushed Elsa. Marlene pivoted to ward against Klavdiya while Gale and Wiesława stormed in against her. Desiree helped Klavdiya finish drubbing Rhonwenn before they combined to force Marlene off the mats. Elsa chose to go down swinging in a dogpile of bodies. I took an ear-ringing blow to the head which allowed Rachel to apply a chokehold and it was lights out for the Head of SD.After some water bottles went around and those concussed returned to wakefulness, the resolution of the brawl was decided. Mahdi apologized to Sikia. It was short, terse and sparing of any empathy, yet was within the bounds of Amazon etiquette. She departed with Rhada, which left me to pick up the pieces, starting with Nikita's mom."Oh," the older woman moaned then, "Ms. Fredrickson? What are you doing here?""Avenging you, Mother," Nikita fluffed up the truth. "She, Cáel and the others cleaned house on the woman who jumped you and her allies.""Desk Sergeant," Desiree gave a curt nod."This isn't over," Larisa winced as she moved to a sitting position."Mrs. Kutuzov, it is over," I headed off a colossal waste of time. "This is my daily life and part of your daughter's life with JIKIT. You will find scant witnesses and no tape recordings of these events. This craziness is just another day in the life here at Havenstone. You stepped on the mat and thus became fair game to any physical confrontation an opponent cared to mete out. Consider this sovereign soil of an independent nation-state.""We," she looked around. "You kicked their asses?""Definitely," Pamela gave a feral snarl."This is plain nuts," she shook her head, winced in cranial pain, then put her aching head in her hands."One of the reasons we've put our dating in hiatus," Nikita comforted her mother while looking at me, and smiling affectionately.Ah, for fuck sakes! I was engaged to someone else and having a dozen kids by ten different women. How could I still possibly be considered viable dating material? Oh yeah, martial valor, laughing at death, I hung out with truly exceptional cool people and I would always be in need of saving, a plus for a crusader like Nikita.I had so many allies to tend to, but only one who seemed to be making an exit. I swooped down on Tad fi long enough to place her fingers to my lips."I'll be right back, friend of a friend in need," and off I went. I caught Tavi of House Stolgos just outside the door. She wasn't avoiding me. She'd been observing Chaz and he had been otherwise occupied.My British companion had played a pivotal role in the combat and taken his beating like a man. He'd been rendered unconscious. So had many others, so no stigma was attached to his loss. Post-battle, he had chosen to sit on his haunches, knees up, talking to several of the Amazons, both kneeling and standing. A few had been bystanders and a few others foes.He stayed on his ass to reduce his height advantage. Letting Amazons make eye contact while not having to look up at you created definite benefits. His good natured approach to his role in the fight and pummeling earned him positive vibes as well. He made it clear the tussle to him was not macho-personal. He was my 'brother / sister / sibling' spiritually-speaking via Pamela adopting us both as her 'grandsons', so my fights were his fights. Sikia had my (Cáel's) child, so that bond extended to her as well ~ family.Pamela and I had schooled him on Amazon psychology and those lessons were now paying serious dividends. 'The Male' hadn't wanted to fight them ~ 'Amazons are tough' he'd confessed, he knew this because he worked with several every day on JIKIT~ but family was on the line, so he fought. Mahdi had apologized, so the matter was settled. The other Amazons he'd fought? They had fought for their reasons and he was okay with not questioning them about it.Why? He was conscious of his conspicuous status as a 'guest', knew he was in no way an Amazon, and was not privy to what motivated them. He didn't want to be an Amazon. He had his own, much younger, martial tradition he was proud of, yet was eager to learn from the vastly greater Amazon war lore because 'winners' didn't have a gender-bias and no other tradition could compete with the Amazons' 3,000 years.Under normal circumstances, the women around him wouldn't have given credence to his praise. He was a male after all. Through the tiny tear I'd created in their insulating social fabric, Chaz was building upon his own exploits. In the after-battle analysis, the Amazons reflected on the realization Elsa had concentrated on him as her number two objective, second only to Pamela who scared everyone who knew anything about her. That bolstered Chaz's appeal.For the Amazons who thought a male would get all pouty and cry over being beaten up by a girl/girls, Chaz was breaking the mold. He wasn't angry. He was amused. The fight had been a learning experience and he'd felt honored to watch, no matter how briefly, a warrior of Elsa's caliber fight. He'd explained 'I', Cáel Wakko Ishara, considered Elsa one of the top 5 combatants I'd ever seen, which included Ajax the Unconquered. The others were Sakuniyas, reborn Amazon and former Queen of Assyria, Saint Marie, the Golden Mare, and Pamela, the Cliff-walker.More happy Amazons because the list's only non-Amazon was a dead Hero from the Trojan Wars and it was well known I 'got around' (aka dealt with violent outsiders.) Chaz was telling the truth, almost. The 'fifth' person on the list was Alal, but explaining him would be difficult, so Chaz edited him for this particular audience. Good man.In the hallway, "Tavi, a moment," I called out. She slowed down, took a few more steps allowing me to catch up."Yes Ishara?" she gave me her best neutral look. Yep. She was jealous."I beg two favors from you," I quickly went down to one knee in her path. That caught her off guard and left her in the awkward position of me being terribly close and staring up at her."I, I will listen," she muttered."I would like to know if you are pregnant," I asked very softly. Yes, she was, but she didn't want to tell me. She contemplated pushing past me. It would be very easy. "I know I am stepping beyond the boundaries between warriors. Please. My destiny has brought you two together. I am at fault here." 'Fault' was the key word."If I have a son, he will be given to the Queen," Tavi's face was stern and unforgiving. "He will live.""That's not what he's worried about," I shook my head. "He wants to be a father to your daughter, Tavi. He wants to introduce you to his mother and grandmothers, maybe his sisters too, if that can be arranged.""Huh?""He is not like me, Tavi. There is no other in his life, but you.""I, I will not leave my House for him," she protested angrily."He would never ask you. That doesn't mean he doesn't want to remain at your side for years to come. He can be a father to your child and not be a part of House Stolgos in the same way you can be a mother to your child and not be a part of Clan Tomorrow.""Oh," she furrowed her brow. "How would this possibly work?""I have an 'in' with the Queen," I winked. "I'll work out something.""He knows I will never stop being an Amazon," she elucidated intensely."Absolutely. He is an intelligence operative after all. He's figured a few things out for himself.""Why doesn't he tell me these things?""Tavi, he threw his body on top of me to shield me from a bomb blast, so he's undoubtedly brave, but telling you what is in his heart is scary for him. As his brother, I see behind his silence,""Oh, what should I do?" she was vexed."Go back in there, demand to speak with him and tell him the truth," I stood up."The truth?""That you are going to have a little StolgosTomorrow-ite running around sometime next year," I exuded confidential friendliness."Cáel Ishara," she tilted her head slightly, "you don't know much about infants, do you?""Nope," I pseudo-confessed. I actually did know something about newborns. I'd studied up so I could make a move on a cute girl whose free time was eaten up by babysitting, so I 'helped out'. Oink."They aren't 'running around'," she turned to head back into the gym, "until the ninth month at the earliest. Normally, running doesn't happen until the eighteenth month.""My fiancée has a three-year old, so she should be able to help me through some of the hardest parts," I babbled along. Tavi didn't give a crap.In we went. Tavi stormed straight toward the bevy of Amazon babes concentrating on 'her' Chaz."Color Sergeant Tomorrow," she abruptly interrupted. "A moment of your time.""Ladies," Chaz uncoiled himself from the surrounding women. The Amazons were either mildly put off, they thought they were about to get laid, or pissed off, they were sure they were about to get laid, and Tavi was stomping on their happy."Yes, Ms. Gentry," Chaz linked his hands behind his back in a 'rest easy' stance. 'Gentry' was the fake last name Tavi used in the outside world. She motioned toward the windows with her head. Off they went. I couldn't hear what was being said, but my lip reading skills were up to the task.T: (I am pregnant)C: (I love you)T: (Oh) ~ stunned. Go Chaz!C: (Well, I don't imagine the Amazons have a marriage ceremony and an Anglican service would be inappropriate, so perhaps we could research a Scythian ritual which could make both families happy) ~ delivered in the patented smooth Chaz style.T: (Marriage? To you?)C: (I will not submit to being anyone's slave nor would I ever ask you to submit to me. Outside of that, will you be my partner and my partner alone until the cliffs separate us?)T: (Amazons are not monogamous)C: (I am)T: (I will, I mean, can I think about this?)C: (I am not going anywhere, Tavi){Pause}T: (Did you put Ishara, Cáel Ishara up to this?)C: (Yes)T: (Why?)C: (I imagine he explained what I am feeling better than I could)T: (Oh, do you want me to meet your mother and grandmothers?)C: (Absolutely)T: (Okay)C: (Okay ~ you would like to meet my Mother and Grandmothers?)T: (No, yes, I mean, yes I would like to meet them and I am okay with you being with no other woman until the cliffs separate us, and I will do the same, no other males)C: (If I pick you up, hug you and kiss you, will your sisters freak out?)T: (I don't know)So Chaz swept Tavi up until her head was higher than his (a feat, considering their 8" height differential) and kissed her deeply. Mumbled words followed. Tavi wrapped her legs around Chaz's waist and out they went. Around me were angry murmurings of the 'did that Amazon just run off with our man' variety. Not my problem. I had plenty of different Amazons wanting my attention. Hallelujah!{8:00 pmDon't try this at home.I covered my face with a pillow and pressed down hard. I'd already tried breathing exercises, meditation and even contemplated more cranial trauma before thinking up this particular crazy idea. It took some mental effort and accessing some of my Alal-'pain sorting' skills to accomplish, but in the end, I felt myself 'let go'.I sat up."Hello," Tad fi beamed."Hey," I took a deep breath. Since we were talking, I must have passed out. Her eyes wandered over the room."Is this the world as you see it?" she wondered. Oh yeah, I had to be creating the environment for her to enjoy.Sikia was kneeling on the bed a foot away, her gaze moving between the two of us. The 'grayness' of her form suggested she was wholly in reality and not in the 'Ishara-space' the goddess had shown me and I was now sharing with my augur."This is how you see me?" she examined her fingers, her wrists, then some long locks of her hair."You are more beautiful," I answered. The impact of my words crossing over drew her eyes back to me. It was the magic of hearing for the normally deaf girl. I concentrated, peeled back some fantasy and attached a realistic form to Sikia. Tad fi followed my gaze."Your hair," she addressed her guardian, "It is lighter than I imagined."Sikia said something I couldn't understand, muffled as it was by my dreaming."I cannot hear you, but I see you through his eyes," the augur carried on her conversation. They touched. It had to be somewhat bizarre for Sikia. As she reached for Tad fi's hand, her friend intercepted the extended member. Their fingers intertwined before completing the journey to the guardian's lips."Don't cry, no, we couldn't have, no, we shouldn't have knocked him out sooner. I don't think he was aware of this discipline when we first met. Were you, Cáel?""No. Perhaps if I had understood more about the consequences of seeing ghosts, I might have," I tapered off. "Now that we know. I can try this more often.""Your health?" Tad fi worried."I might be immortal," I confessed. I was confessing because I was desperately seeking a way to share some of my genetic quirkiness with her ~ some strength to carry her through this pregnancy and spare her life, Dot Ishara be damned."And you would seek a way to spare me," she graced me with her gentle presence. Lying in the 'spirit' world was a whole lot tougher than in the flesh."Yeah. I've got some arcane lore rattling around in my head, plus I have a few outside sources I can ask for help. I'm not giving up on you.""I have foreseen my death.""Well, un-foresee it," I scolded her. "Dot Ishara told me we see what might happen, though nothing is guaranteed. So even your death isn't an absolute. Since it hasn't happened, I see no reason to let it happen. You are going to live to hold our daughter. If not, my immortality is worthless.""You can never save everyone. Sometimes you must let a few go to save the rest," she advised."If I find someone I'm not attached to, I'll let them go. I promise. Until then, I'm, ugh, I'm fading, and I'm keeping you.""We shall see," she murmured. I fell back into my body and into wakefulness."Now we have sex," Tad fi announced in a melodic voice."He is ready to perform," Sikia agreed. She was fondling my balls with one hand while her breath played across my rod. I sat up to see the augur climbing up the bed between my thighs. She kissed my glans, licked across its top, then kissed it again."I've got it from here," she told Sikia."What?" Sikia was confused. Tad fi's lips began to engulf my sceptre."Sikia, come here," I gently pulled on her arm. She was conflicted yet up some came.We started out with tender kisses on the lips. I kept drawing her toward me. My lips and tongue migrated down her chin and throat to her breasts. When she thought my target was her breasts, she was all onboard. That was a mere stop-off point on my journey, though I played around for a while.At the same time, I had to use subtle movements with my hips and clenches with my gluts to school Tad fi on her fellatio. Thankfully, I was doubly-blessed. This wasn't my first time schooling two girls at once and Tad fi could determine more from such minimal reactions due to her heightened sense of my muscle contractions through her touch than any other woman I'd ever met.When I began running my tongue in large lashes underneath her breasts, I confused Sikia once more. She was resistant as my hands on her hips pulled her higher so that my lips and teeth could tease her taut stomach while I twirled my tongue in her belly button. She giggled.I had been slowly wiggling down the bed, backing Tad fi up, so when it came time to mount Sikia on my face, I had the headboard room. I kept her muscular thighs securely in hand because the moment I had her happy, I pushed her up. She looked down, seeking guidance and I motioned her to turn around. She did the eye-ball math, realized she'd be facing her augur, and hastily obeyed. Of course, her movement on the bed alerted Tad fi through mattress vibrations.Sikia was sitting on my face, leaning down so she could run her hands through Tad fi's hair and along her face and lips (and my phallus). I kept my hands pressed between our bodies. My right made the sojourn to my pubic area to play around and give them both something else to suck on, my fingers. My left loitered around between Sikia's breasts and her clitoris when my lips were otherwise occupied.I could cup her clit with my tongue in a U-shape, rubbing it along my taste buds. Most of my time was taken up with my tongue broad lashing her vulva or tightly-twisted and delving into her cunt and my nose pushing against her brown hole. I could tilt myself up so I could make tongue-intrusions into her back passage as well. The first time, she squealed.Before she could decide if she wanted to make me stop (she did, virtually all first timers always default to asking their partner to stop, so you have to distract them), Tad fi wanted to know what had brought her reaction on. Then came Sikia's troubled revelation of what I was doing, how the augur shouldn't suffer through it, despite the increasing pleasure she was receiving, only to finally be unable to supply the answer as to why Tad fi shouldn't experience it too.Sikia shot me a treasured look of bewilderment. I'd brought her to orgasm with my tongue alone. I was a guy after all."Switch?" I suggested. Tad fi was still administering one of the slowest, most considerate blowjobs I'd ever experienced. She wasn't rushing toward anything. Sure, she was unschooled, but was devoting her incredible sensitivities to my pleasure and taking pleasure in her ability to bring me to such excitement."Change places?" she mused. "Okay." Tad fi's lips slid off me with one final, loud 'pop', then she used her spider-like fingers to climb up my body while Sikia traveled south. She lavished butterfly kisses on my face ~ childish, yet so very appropriate between us ~ and I mirrored the gesture.With some reluctance, she mounted me, facing Sikia. My tongue flicking across her clit on its first exploration brought out a joyous gasp. It only got better from there.The Long Slide Into Domestic Life:"Twins?" Hana snuggled into my arms. We were at her place, naked in bed together after a late late-night unscheduled meeting with some VIPs. Despite the late/early hour, she was alert, tense even. It had been a mentally stimulating late night encounter which had brought me to her bed."Yes. That is what Tad fi predicted," I inserted between raining kisses down on her forehead. Hana liked non-distracting attention when she was in this kind of mood. She was exhausting herself mentally as she was building up to being amorous."Ana-Călina and  rp d?" she worked over the names on her tongue. "They have a special meaning?""Only if you are Hungarian and Romanian," I teased her. She elbowed me slightly. " rp d was the semi-mystical pagan warlord who led the Ten Tribes who became known as the Hungarians ~ the Magyar peoples ~ into the Carpathian Basin, present day Hungary. Ana-Călina was born a Byzantine princess of the storied House of Basarab; she married Radu Negru, thus becoming the first Princess of a free Wallachia ~ the foundation for a free Romania. She was also the great-grandmother of Dracula.""So they are famous names with regional historical significance, did they live long, happy lives?"" Árpád, no one knows for sure. His kids were quarrelsome, but they did manage to found a dynasty at the start of the second millennia which ruled for three centuries.""Ana-Călina, yeah. I think so," I continued. "She lived into her seventies and her eldest son left his country stronger, richer and safer than when he received it. She did out live her husband by over fifty years, and got to see her youngest grandson bury most of his rivals, the kids from her husband's first marriage.""Ah, what?" Hana rose up until we were eye to eye. Since she was naked, her boobs swayed slightly as she did so. My eye flickered. "Eyes forward, Mister," she playfully barked. "What happened to all her other grandsons?""Wallachia in the 15th century was a tad rough and tumble," I evaded."They killed one another?""Mostly they were killed by conspiracies amongst their boyars, nobles of the time.""Why does, Tad fi want to dredge up these names again?" she kept eye contact."Not a clue," I pleaded."But you think it is important?""No. I think you are important. Screw Fate. It can name its own kids. We can chose whatever names make you happy, except 'Up'. Up's been taken.""You've named another of your offspring 'Up'? That's cruel, or does that mean something in another language I'm unaware of?" she shifted her shoulders so her boobs wobbled again. Of course, I broke eye contact. I hadn't had sex in hours and her boobies were right there, damn it!"Actually, Pamela and I named this secret agent in Hungary that, just to fuck with his head," I divulged."Oh. Pamela. I should have known," she slowly smiled. "You are being very well behaved," she added. Woot! She noticed I wasn't throwing her down and pawing her delectable flesh. "One more thing before the nookie.""Name them. Their dead," I pledged."Not necessary," her sigh turned into a giggle. "If I'm going to be having twins, I'm going to be rather big come late March. We need an earlier wedding date."Oh, fuck me!"What do you have in mind?" I tried to keep the creeping dread out of my voice."New Year's Day?" she suggested. I did a quick calculation. That was annihilating 78 days out of what remained of my bachelor life. In 114 days my life would cease having any meaning whatsoever. I'd be a Mr. to someone's Mrs. The end"Sure, I can arrange to be killed before then," stumbled out of my mouth."What was that?" Hana pouted."Nothing Dear. Cosmic psychic intersection with an Al -demon; don't know what came over me," I fibbed."Man up," Hana bit my nose. "Our marriage won't be that bad if we both work at it. It isn't like I'm demanding celibacy from you." Then she mouthed 'yet'."Wait. Did you mean celibacy, as in no fun at all, or monogamy, as in only 'happy time' with you?" I desperately sought clarification."Oh," she pursed her lips. "I meant monogamy. I didn't mean to scare you.""Oh, thank goodness," I sighed."Here," her gaze turned tender. "Let me make it up to you." Hana placed one hand on my shoulder and rose up my body until my face was gently nestled in her bosom. Then she wiggled back and forth, basically because I'm a big baby and easy to please. I was alternating which nipple I was kissing in no time."Mmm," she murmured. "I've missed you." Her other hand's fingernails coasted down my abdomen and found 'Mr. Happy' had risen to attention. Okay, he'd been hopping up and down on my groin since she'd said we were 'going to bed' 30 minutes ago. Hana decided wrap up my shaft with her hand, then applied a few tender strokes. I reciprocated by cupping her left tit in one hand, forming a mound with her areola at the center, and began to twirl from the outside inward to her hardened nipple with just the tip of my tongue.It was 4 a.m. Why was I taking it slow when I had my final work review with Katrina in three hours? Hana deserved this and more. Why was Hana doing it? She was her own boss, plus her life was careening wildly outside of anything she'd imagined before she'd first laid eyes on me. Half of the financial empire she shared with her father was suddenly in the hands of a military dictatorship, her beloved father was dealing with the murder of her hated step-brother and she was marrying a Prince in a European cathedral which required someone high in the Vatican's approval process to use.Yeah, her life had gone nuts. Worse, she loved me. And I wasn't the kind of man she ever thought she'd love. She'd thought she'd never love anyone again after her life with her asshole of an ex-husband and their bitter, contentious divorce. I was barely someone she could classify, and Hana was a terribly ordered and organized person. Saying my life was messy was being generous. I was some mysterious warrior-diplomat-playboy-aristocrat who hung out with people more bizarre than me.Hana picked up her tempo. I switched breasts. Her motor was really starting to hum. Any other night, I could have moved straight to revving her up to an orgasm. I had the time to make it two without any problems. A good one and Hana would be happy and drift off to sleep. Instead, I intuited she wanted more, so we developed our own game of cat and mouse with her climax, and its suspension, being our ultimate goal.My left hand danced down the back of her ribcage like playing keys on a piano. It was a light, teasing gesture. Her hair the color of tarnished gold cascaded down as she began placing her own kisses upon my crown. Each move by one partner evoked a response by the other. Hana ran my glans over her glistening labia, getting it nice and slick. I worked down her waist, cupped her ass, and then glided over her thigh to the back of her knee where I started tickling her. She snickered."You are distracting me," she murmured. I wasn't. I knew these things."I like to get the feel of every inch of your flesh," I responded. More mirthful noises from her. Slowly, her gooey vestibule rubbed against and over the top, until I felt myself entering. There, she hesitated. I propelled my hips an inch up, twisted right then left before falling back down, a micro-fuck."Ah," she emoted her approval. "My turn." Hana's knees spread to the side, making a memorable sound on the silk sheets as she impaled herself. This time she rolled her hips forward, back, then did a slow 360 with me  inside her, letting the slow progress over her spark memories for her to savor. "I never believed sex could be like this," Hana hiccupped."How so?" I knew the answer, but wanted her to put her chaotic passions to words. It would make her happier."Experimenting, silly. Stopping in the middle and doing, this," she reversed her hip rotations this time. "I never imagined a lover having such patience, or,""Yourself as being so openly sexually adventurous?" I finished."Yeah," she huffed. "I really, really owe your college professor, plus you and all your diligence, for this," at the last moment, she encountered the gateway to her G-spot. I knew precisely where that gem was. Previously, Hana had gained a vague idea where it was from the perspective of masturbation and our prior lovemaking. Now I had let Hana rediscover that joy with my cock as her tool to utilize as she wished."You realize pregnant women want even more sex," she hummed. She was vigorously working my cock now. Hana had bridged a huge gap, sexually. Normally, a woman of Hana's quality tried to please her man first with the hope her orgasm would soon follow. I was different. My greatest sexual gratification came from her ecstasy. She was confident in that now. By bringing herself to climax, she was making me excited for what would come next."That's okay," I propped myself up on one elbow now that Hana was riding me cowgirl-style. "I dig big chicks." The open-palm slap to the chest was a given."Hercege, you, you are horrible," she growled around a feral smile. The lip-biting, tongue-sucking kiss was equally vicious, primal and leading Hana to the end of her tether. Not only was Hana's sexual trust in me/us expanding, she was putting extra effort into her physical workout regime too. She might still have a ways to go to compete with an Amazon, but it was still going to be a great night."Hercegn , I am nothing but a twisted shadow of masculine lust whose every contour is cast by your muliebrous glow," I teased. Her eyes twinkled. Yes, definitely still going to be a great night."Okay," Hana yawned, "I give up. What does 'muliebrous' mean?" She'd been holding on to that for an hour and a half. It was five-thirty and I was dressing in my biking clothes before heading into work."From the Latin 'muliebri' which means 'womanly'," I answered. Her sleepy eyes drank in both my response and my physique. I had discovered another thing Hana liked and that was to expand her academic/linguistic frontiers. She was enchanted with the idea that I liked to engage her mind along with her body, sparking on all cylinders.She'd crawled over to my side of the bed, her head resting on my pillow, soaking up my scent as she watched me. I knelt down, kissed her on her ear, cheek and finally the side of her lips. Hana was beat."Have a good day and be careful," she mumbled. Her eyes closed. Her chest rose with one last, waking breath before her sleep rhythms took her."Ditto," I whispered. I snuck into  Annela's room and planted a kiss on her head as well. The craziness of my life had a way of cascading over to the ones I loved. Loved? Oh boy,7:00 am Monday, September 8th, Graduation Day!Brielle and her buddy were humming along as the elevator doors closed. Once more, my 'hellish' schedule demanded I change in the elevator. I'd gone to gun practice with my bike clothes on, so I absolutely had to change into business attire in the magic box, in front of them.Juanita adjusting my tie was a less than subtle attempt to strangle me. I was about to be late to my final 'start of day' meeting as an intern in Executive Services, so her chastisement would have to wait. Who would have thunk it? Juanita would have to wait outside for this ceremony. Paula raced with me to be the last one in, only to have Daphne grace us with the 'news':"The meeting won't start for another fifteen minutes," she grinned. "Katrina is bringing up the 'new hires' for the fall program."I finger-flicked my head. The 84 days as an intern was merely the 'training wheels' period. To really be a member of ES was at least a two year training process. The Amazons around me had started their training for this gig when they were fifteen and were eighteen and nineteen now, their ID's said they were older for legal purposes.In theory, my four years in college was counted as 'preliminary' training and provided things such as acclimation to outsider culture ~ aka 'acting normal'. Logically, I would train under someone like Desiree or Buffy for a year before being a full-fledged member of the service."How many this time?" I asked Daphne since she seemed to be in the know."Twenty," she grinned. "We are getting two."I noticed there was still only my tiny desk in Katrina's office. That meant the new guys would be out in the office pool with everyone else. Probably for the best. The ladies were now used to having a male around, so would be careful in what they did and didn't say. I yawned."Tired," Fabiola smirked."Oh yeah," I stifled another yawn. "Met an emissary from the Pope." Fabiola glowered. "No. Seriously. I met an emissary from Holy See. I let Hana know I wanted to get married in a highly improbable place, a ruined cathedral, so she contacted the Catholic Church and one of their guys wanted to meet with me.""That had to be fun," Tigger grinned. "What does the Cult of the Nazarene think of you and the Goddess Ishara?""We actually discussed polytheism and the place of an omnipotent, omnipresent being in the scope of things," I placed my hands behind my back and rocked back and forth. "It was quite interesting. The guy knew his shit."By that, I meant he was probably with the Pope's Secret Service as well as a Brainiac with a PhD in something. He'd promised to be in touch as soon as he heard back from his superiors. He had this hot chick with him who I suspected was a nun. And if his driver wasn't ex-military, it was because he was still in the service. On the plus side, Hana had been beaming when we left, which assured me the meeting had gone well, so we had sex from 4 AM until 5:30, thus my current fatigued state."Are you going to abandon your faith?" Fabiola taunted me."I don't have faith, Fabiola of Minerva. Faith would imply I don't know there are supernatural entities screwing with our lives. I know they do exist, I've met a few. To satisfy your disingenuous curiosity, we discussed the nature of the Weave and it being the possible manifestation of God's Will.""How did that go?" Paula appeared interested."He strongly suggested I should 'revisit my Catholic roots' soon. By that, I think he meant I'm supposed to start attending church regularly," I shrugged. "The Pope is sending an envoy to the Great Khan too, so odds are good I'm getting married," I pronounced the last bit as the doom-laden prediction it was."Oh, yes," Fabiola reached passed Paula and smacked me in the chest with the back of her hand. "That is for insinuating you and I had intercourse to my Mother and the Council.""Was that chastising me for lying, or for not making it so?" I winked."Ah, no!" she pouted. "Stop lying about me."I looked down at my phone."We've got twelve minutes," I double-pumped my eyebrows. "Want to go to Katrina's bathroom?""What! No!" Fabiola

A Butterfly wants to kill the World?Book 3 in 18 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.Although Love is both fire and shadow, we often forget to take comfort from the coolness of the memories when the burning flames are absentThere were precisely two things, okay, four things, keeping me alive. The fourth thing would come to her later when her 'furious was replaced by her 'curious' ~ as in how I knew her inhuman lingo ~ which would lead to my legacy with Grandpa.The top three reasons -She had poked my chest. It was a challenge, calling for one of my guardians to come out and play. The avatar knew I was the chosen heir of the Goddess Ishara and my goddess had devoted a good deal of time and effort to my survival and continued service in her cause. If Ishara made an 'appearance', it would be enough reason to not eviscerate me for my foul treatment of her august personage.Nope. It seemed Ishara was busy at the moment.Still, she most likely knew SzelAnya had shown a keen interest in me in Romania, though I'd never told Selena, or any other member of the 9 Clans, the Dragon's Daughter had killed Ajax for me. Figuring out SzelAnya, a storm deity, had helped me and Aya escape from our kidnapping in the midst of a cyclone in the Pacific Ocean wasn't much of a reach.But no bolt of lightning coalesced from my chest to singe her finger. No clap of thunder. Not even a cloud with a hint of disfavor appeared above us.Her obsidian fingernail began penetrating my shirt, touched my skin, then drew my blood, and something 'twitched'.That would be Contestant Goddess #3. She wasn't actually hanging around me. She didn't have to. She'd left me a memento of our last shindig before we parted ways. That was the nightmare-inducing episode where she, the chthonic goddess Sarrat Irkalli, had compressed one man's body into a dagger and then proceeded to suck another's soul into it to use as a power source for an Airbus 350 (a commercial airliner, if you didn't know).I still had that snaggletooth-looking thing at my back. Well who the Hell was I going to leave it with? Honestly, the only people I felt could keep it safe I loved too much to curse with it. Anyway, the second her divine claw touched my blood, the long dormant weapon whispered to me in a somewhat bored, lofty feminine voice from beyond the grave,Do you want me to discorporate this pathetic has-been for you?Quick check. Only the avatar and I, and her priestess-savant heard that. Of course, in downtown, New York City, noon Sunday, how weird would such a declaration be? The avatar's eyebrow arched. Her big bat-ears (still looking human to the normal viewing public) flicked this way and that, figuring out precisely where the threat originated from. Slowly, her once poking hand began to slide across my chest, along my ribs and around my back.She touched the dagger. Nothing.Gingerly, she drew it forth. I'd had a makeshift sheath made. As the blade made its journey around me, she took a half-step back to better observe it."Please don't kill him!" Theddy squealed. "We haven't had sex yet!"Being 'who' and 'what' she was, the avatar did what came natural. Fortunately for Theddy, I'd become accustomed to working with psychopaths.She stabbed the dagger at Theddy. I clamped my hand down on her wrist. The claws of her left hand came down on my constraining wrist. My free hand came down on that hand, trying to pry it free. It was a hopeless struggle, except.Yes, my old friend 'except'. Except the avatar was holding the dagger. As powerful as Ītzpāpālōtl was, she wasn't pushing against me. She was pushing against Sarrat Irkalli.Ītzpāpālōtl was a living, breathing terror machine who killed and received sacrifices on a regular basis.Sarrat Irkalli hadn't been actively worshipped in 3,000 years.Uneven contest? Oh yeah.See, Ītzpāpālōtl had spent the past 500 years continuously fighting against the Weave to keep her fingers on this side of reality.Meanwhile, for the most part, Sarrat Irkalli had sat upon her throne in the Sumerian Underworld with hundreds upon hundreds of thousands of souls toiling under her watchful gaze for eternity. Sure, her version of Hell wasn't getting any fresh deposits, but she knew how to milk the system well.Even the bad karma for the dagger's creation wasn't hers. She'd stolen it from the foolish Gong Tau sorcerers who had meant to enslave my soul, aka one-third of the Baraqu-Alal-Cáel deal she'd worked out millennia ago. It was the Weave giving her a 'freebie' for playing by the rules, if you considered the Weave sentient.And now Ītzpāpālōtl was touching it. Whoops. It wasn't as if Ītzpāpālōtl was stupid. It isn't like there are tons of magic weapons running around, much less soul-munchers like the one I had. Rationally, who would give a novice like me, a weapon like this? I say again, 'whoops'.Once I'd figured this out, I couldn't stop being me."Theddy, do you like girls?""What?" she squeaked. Here was this psycho trying to drive a Smilodon incisor into her bosom and I was giving her a sex quiz.Ītzpāpālōtl was really starting to struggle now."I, ah, are you okay?" she continued."Oh, I'm dandy. I'm serious. You think this chick is hot? I mean, would you do her in a three-way?" I proposed casually."Timothy?" Sovann."Bro?" Timothy to me."It's all good. Sovann, you want to know what my life is like? This lady who came to discuss business with me today is an immortal mass murderer. You give the word, I'll let go and this knife is going to cut her up like a Ginsu blade on market day because just cutting her heart out isn't going to be enough. Worse. Eventually she'll get back up.""Timothy?" Sovann repeated, this time with more concern. He thought I was nuts. I released my left hand. The blade flipped up, twisting in the avatar's grasp. That was the point her minions figured out something was wrong."El Amado?" the priestess-savant called out softly. The three goons began reaching for 'things'."Call them off, or I open my other hand," I cautioned the avatar. She spared me a swift, hostile look. My fingers tingled."Esten quietos!" she snapped. They stopped."Cáel, bad day, or not. This isn't you. Stop it. The girl's in danger," Timothy spoke up. He didn't mean Theddy. He meant the avatar."I'm being a real asshole, aren't I?" I sighed."Pretty much. You never let the bitches get to you before. Girl pops an attitude, you smile and move on. Life is too short," he reminded me. Too true."I'm going to put my hand over the blade," I told Ītzpāpālōtl. "When I do, you can let go."She didn't say anything for several seconds, even after my left hand covered the semi-serrated edge."Why should I trust you?" she sizzled."Because 'me' letting anything bad happen to you would make me a total, judgmental jerk. I don't know you. Whatever you did before you showed up today shouldn't matter to me. I acted stupidly. I should have stopped you. I didn't. I didn't even warn you and I could have. I was angry, and not even at you. Just angry and I apologize. Now, let go.""Why?""Hi. I'm Cáel Nyilas. Can I have my knife back? Please?"Blink. She released it. For a millisecond, it wanted to do something else because bitches are bitches. It didn't, so my palm wasn't sliced open. My right hand took the hilt. I carefully put the blade away."Yes," Theddy gulped."Huh?" Sovann shook his head at the sudden evaporation of the life and death tension. Welcome to my life. Theddy meant 'yes' to the 'girl-girl-guy' thing I had proposed earlier. It pays to keep things prioritized."What is this movie you were talking about?" Ītzpāpālōtl asked. Had she forgiven me for anything which had transpired? Bwahahaha, no way. She was taking the initiative and going with Option 1 from my earlier insane diatribe."Wait!" Sovann nearly shouted. "You nearly, I don't know, threatened Cáel's life and tried to stab Theddy and now you think you can go with us to a movie?""I told you," Timothy put an arm around his shoulder, "life with Cáel is rarely dull.""I thought you meant he was fun to party with, or something like that," Sovann looked up at his lover. "I thought his uncle showing up, and trying to kill him and then being blown the fuck away by those women and federal agents, and that other girl who pointed a gun at us, is this the new normal?""I love you, Sovann," Timothy grew compassionate. "Cáel is my best friend. He'd never deliberately hurt either of us and normal friends are something he has in short supply. Today being a great case in point."Ten seconds passed."The title is 'As Above, So Below'," Sovann addressed the avatar, "and what do we call you?"Since 'if you are not a worshiper and addressing me, I normally am about to kill you' would sound really cool in Olmec-ic, but I might be asked to translate,"How about we go with 'Obsidian', please?" I pleaded with her.She knew I was currying favor now ~ and behaving like a weather vane caught in the wall of a tornado ~ she gave a gracious bow of her head."Obsidian will do for now. Is the Legend of the dagger 'business'?" Translation: it had better not be."No," I smiled. "It's pillow talk." Rancor, 'how presumptuous', followed by 'but that dagger ups the count to three Goddess interested in him', and next to recalling all the trivial babble about me being a sexual dynamo (I prayed my PR was that good) having some relevance. Her chimera emotions allowed me to get a few more crucial words out, because even women who aren't sleeping with me are jealous."Esta mujer fue la primera en ofrecer bienes funerarios tras la muerte dee mi padre," I reinserted Theddy back into my close company. For some reason, Obsidian considered me unreliable thus had to verify what I'd just said."Did you make funerary offering upon his father's passing?" she asked Theddy. Let's think about this. The wacko chick questioning Theddy had tried to stab a huge freaking blade into her not a minute ago. Fleeing in terror while screaming for the cops? Nope."Yes. I baked him some walnut and caramel chip cookies," she nodded. "It is a family recipe." Sovann looked over the three of us, then back to Timothy."I told you 'that's impressive cocking like I've never seen before'," he explained."She may remain," Obsidian 'permitted'. Theddy wrapped up my right arm with her left and gave it a squeeze. She wanted attention/explanation."Obsidian is a Master Vampire, Theddy," I leaned in and whispered. "Before she was turned, she was captured in a raid by the fey, mentally, spiritually and physically raped and made into their sex-slave. Part of her spirit never healed properly. While this imperfection allows her to walk around in daylight, her heart can never hold on to any emotion for long, so she is forced to forever seek passion, no matter how dangerous, from the world around her."Revealing secrets? Ha. I had noticed Theddy had every work done by Laurel K. Hamilton in her place, including the comic book series."You are not supposed to know, so act like I didn't tell you anything, okay?"'Okay,' she mouthed back at me. I could see it in her eyes. My chaotic life suddenly 'made sense' to her because a best-selling fiction author said so.Obsidian thought the movie was; hilarious. She couldn't stop snickering, giggling and poking at me as horrible shit happened to the various actors. She thought the plot was 'insightful' and wouldn't stop whispering to me throughout the entire thing. During the closing credits, I told her I'd get her the DVD for Christmas ~ she knew the concept behind digital technology, but didn't own any ~ she kissed me.The first kiss was fierce and joyous with the added benefit of her tongue doing things no normal tongue could do, it stretched. Not sure how I felt about that. The second kiss was more sultry, longer and came with some accompanying body action which, I'm no virgin. Not even close. She was on my left side, so when she twisted in her seat, her left leg insinuated itself between mine. Her left hand cupped my jaw and held my head in place as her lips played along mine.A dance of the scorpion perhaps? Tender at first, then suddenly stabbing, dominant and brutal. My lips and tongue battled back, using my superior Kiss-fu to nullify her natural strength and agility. She liked it. By her moaning, she liked it a lot. As the kiss progressed, more and more of her flowed from her seat into my seat, body facing me. Her body rose over mine, forcing my neck back to maintain contact."So, Dot Ishara is hovering around somewhere close, isn't she?" I murmured as our lips separated barely a centimeter apart. One chick kissing you to make another one jealous. It's happened to me plenty of times. Obsidian didn't give a damn about Theddy, or any other mortal woman in close proximity so,"Yes," she purred. "Do you mate with her?""A man does not brag of such things, but no, unless heavy petting counts?""What will she do to you when I steal your seed?"'When'? Why was I not surprised? Why was I not surprised another concussion was in my immediate future either? Was it possible I was, learning?"Chastise me for not fighting harder," I breathed across her lips, "and, in case you forgot, I'm on a date with the girl beside me.""Who I care nothing for," she sent a cruelly playful look Theddy's way. Wisely, the girl shivered."Who I am indebted to and how I honor my debts might matter to you," I hazarded. My words hurt Theddy's feelings. That was on purpose. Obsidian took pleasure in me hurting Theddy because she was basically a vicious monster."Yes?" I pressed her gently."Yes," Obsidian allowed, easing up slightly both romantically and physically."And Theddy, if you believe I'm with you solely because of some sense of obligation, you clearly haven't been listening to your recordings," I shot the human girl a wink."Oh.""Am I, or am I not, a sex-obsessed little monkey?" I teased her. Theddy giggled. I paid for my diversion with four obsidian claws to my ribs outside of Theddy's view. After all, it wasn't like Theddy could possibly compete with her for my attention. Considering Obsidian's legendary ability to rip open her opponent's ribcages and feast upon their hearts, I slipped my left hand, the one next to her between her legs and stroked her cotton-slacks covered cunt.Theddy hugged my right arm and put her head against my shoulder. Not to be outdone," Qu  un centenar dee hombres se quemaron vivos como el sonido?" Obsidian inquired with sexually sadistic hunger. Ah, memories of burning 7P Commandos.Whoops. Theddy knew Spanish."No lo s . Ten an respiradores en," I replied casually. "Si lo desea, puedo describir lo que se siente al tirar de una flecha de guerra lanzar mi propio muslo.""Eep," slipped out of Theddy's lips."Why did you do that?" Obsidian looked over us both."Well, I was showing a little girl I believed in her,""And she shot you?" Theddy gulped."No. She hit the target I was standing next to. A co-worker mistook me for a cardboard cutout of a Jehovah's Witness and let fly. Seems she had issues with organized religion as well as a reaction to the oscillation effect of florescent lighting and ceiling fans.""But why did you pull the arrow out?" Theddy asked. "Couldn't you wait until you got to the hospital?""Mosquito," Obsidian menaced, insinuating Theddy was a pest."I wasn't thinking rationally at the moment, I work in an asylum, I had a hot date in a few hours, any of those three will do," I smiled at Theddy."Copil such as Cáel don't bother with petty human conventions," Obsidian turned my gaze back her way with her hand on my jaw. 'Copil's were 'god-touched' in her lingo."More than one girl?" Theddy mused."Four.""Okay," she sighed happily."Theddy, three under-age girls and the police office he was dating acting as their chaperone," Timothy intervened. "He hurried home so he could keep a promise to the children, not for sex." Bastard. He really was my best friend. He didn't mention my post-injury, pre-festivity sex with Odette giving me a few extra, urgently needed Brownie Points to suggest I might be a decent human being."You are a wonderful guy," Theddy ran a fingernail over my free hand. Clearly I was 'wonderful' enough to risk Obsidian's anger over. The screen went blank as the last credits scrolled away and the room was plunged into darkness. Five seconds later, the lights snapped on.Pain!"Fuck," I hissed. It wasn't any extra physical trauma causing me discomfort. No, a metaphysical dam had burst within and my stream of conscious thought had been turned into a white-water rapids. The competing cyclones of thoughts in my mind had stopped cooperating and my hypothalamus was letting me know I was in danger."Cáel", "Cáel", "Bro", and "Ishara" all came in rapid succession. I needed some space both tangible and social."I need to step outside," I eased Obsidian off me and stood up. My sense of my personal danger was ratcheting up. While I had been studying Obsidian, so I could screw her, I had discovered more and more Alal-badness.The light display had ignited a series of pressing implanted memories which had been clamoring for my attention. Things like not all 'divinities' were stewards of the Weave. Some even wanted its destruction, preferring risking all on a chaotic restructuring of reality over what existed now ~ things like Obsidian. They weren't attempting to do so because they thought they had no chance.But there was. A real serious chance to unravel reality existed; and it was staring her in the face. It wasn't 'me' as in 'I was the Anti-Christ'. But with the torrent of memories pouring forth, I knew where the peril lay and I was completely responsible for it. Hell, I was a prime ally of Armageddon and hadn't even known it.'Holy Shit!'I blinked. Timothy was shaking me. We were out in the lobby."Oh my God, Timothy," I nearly wept. "What am I going to do?""I have no idea what you are talking about. Is there someone you can talk to about this?" he suggested. Normal folks were around us. Obsidian was at my side. Sovann was behind Timothy with an arm around Theddy's shoulder."Theddy," I looked at her. "Can I catch up with you later? I just realized I've screwed up something fierce." I put my best 'really don't want to go but I gotta' face on. Her worried look brightened, she slipped around Timothy and gave me a tingling French kiss."I'll hold you to that, Cáel," she murmured when we parted."Timothy, go home, I got shit to deal with," I hoped my grin didn't become as feeble as I felt it to be."I," he started to say something. "Time not to ask questions?""Yeah.""Okay.""Wait." I pulled us to the side and went on to my toes, leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Tell Pamela 'he' sent Ajax to kill the Professor, his family and the sisters. They were the targets all along. It wasn't me, or the other women. Just in case,""Okay," Timothy patted my arm. It was cryptic. It was the best I could do. See, I wanted to cry so badly.{2:09 pm Sunday, September 7th ~ Last day}Where to begin:Every mythology across the globe has some creature, or creatures, which threatens Existence. Usually a God, or a Hero-God, slays the creature and everything is right with the world, except such a being, being older than Existence itself, can't really die, so they are carved up, buried ~ what have you.Illuyankamunus was one such manifestation of this underlying cancerous desire to destroy reality. He'd had a far more real child, SzelAnya, and she's never quite given up on her dad. Of far greater critical importance, she was 'part' of Illuyankamunus, somewhat in the way I was part of Alal and Baraqu. And yes, that meant all the offspring of Bolu, the guy I'd praised a few hours earlier, held the seeds of that malignant deity as well.And Alal knew it. He hadn't been killing off the descendants. He'd left that task up to a group far more capable of the task, the Egyptian Rite, who knew a fucking threat to existence when they saw it. Lest I forget, No secret society are the 'good guys'. Also lest I forget, I alone decided to go after the Arinniti sons to fulfill Vranus' quest. I had no divine mandate I was aware of nor any real world orders.Inadvertently, I had rounded up the last five mortal remains of Illuyankamunus in one place for convenient disposal in a remote Transylvanian town. The only problem was: if someone didn't get to them quickly, I was also about to whisk them into the loving (and heavy-armed) protective embrace of the Amazon Host, where the completion of centuries of culling would have suddenly become a cast-iron bitch instead of a simple disposal.Enter Ajax. Yeah, I bet the Egyptians were trying to figure out how I stopped him as well as Alal. I thought I was being clever by not telling most of the world. In fact, they most likely suspected; and the reality of SzelAnya watching over me was much more terrifying. Ishara had put a serious curse on the Amazons, yet her curse only affected her followers, the Amazons, who were fair game.SzelAnya had killed someone for me, and I hadn't been one of her followers. Thus I had committed a blasphemous act only a magician of some significant ability could have managed. I wasn't a sorcerer, but I had a cornucopia of mystic knowledge rolling around in my noggin. Trying to figure all this out was one of my major headaches.The others?I even suspected I knew who betrayed me ~ kinda. They didn't do it on purpose. At least I hope they didn't, because my odds-on favorite was my Mother by way of Captain Delilah Faircloth. Realistically, there was only one secret society who might help her against Grandpa and that was the Egyptian Rite, and they did send three people to Dad's funeral including two 'somebodies'. I'm an idiot.I'd chatted away in fluent New Kingdom Egyptian and it never occurred to me how odd it was for two of them to also be so fluent in it. Know it, sure, but as fluent as Kimberly had taught me to be? That should have been a Red Flag.The Earth & Sky had sent Iskender, who should have been the benchmark I judged the other delegations by, damn it.Three Condos? They'd killed my Dad and their guys had been flunkies.The 7 Pillars had been nobodies, which they'd proven by their inaction.Now I had to question why I had 3 actual  9-Clans  assassins at my dad's funeral too. Holy Ishara, I wasn't nearly paranoid enough.Anyway, why would the Amazons be aiding and abetting the End of All Life on Earth? Normally, they wouldn't be, but 3000 years ago, the majority of Human life did a colossal dump on the Amazons. And when they needed help, they got it in the form of SzelAnya and her dual-sex followers. I seriously doubt they told the Amazons their purpose was to resurrect SzelAnya's daddy. I imagine the Amazons didn't pry too much either.It turned out almost to be okay. During the 2nd Betrayal, the Amazons betrayed SzelAnya and almost short-circuited her plans by exterminating her lineage.Except for the Arinniti elders and Bolu. Good old 'except'.I can imagine when the Egyptians heard about the 2nd Betrayal, they figured they were 'okay'. Those wacky Amazons had inadvertently done the world a favor. Except an act of maternal love kept a slender hope of Illuyankamunus' return alive. By the time the Egyptians realized they'd been prematurely hopeful, Bolu's descendants were all over the Balkans and hunting them down had proven difficult.But, it gets worse. Much worse.When those Gods shattered Illuyankamunus, they scattered him in the relative certainty no one would ever gather the parts back together.His flesh was scattered across the land, modern day Turkey, but encompassing everything from Pakistan to Italy and Egypt to Poland. The flesh became soil, then plants, the things that eat plants, then food for humans. Get the picture.Whoops. SzelAnya had been doing just that for centuries upon centuries every time she mated with a mortal of Illuyankamunus' line and had offspring, they accumulated his energy, which made hunting down the few remaining ones easier to find, since they were 'beacons of badness', except...There were two key pieces missing which SzelAnya could never get. After all, you would think burying them on the far side of the world would matter, right?The 'breath of Illuyankamunus' ~ his cosmic fire ~ they buried in a volcano in a distant land far across the Great Sea. His spirit 'body' they imprisoned in a great river, again, across the Great Sea.But wait, it gets worse.The being standing next to me knew precisely where the 'breath of Illuyankamunus' was. Seems Mesoamerica is laced with volcanos. They'd discovered 'the breath' long ago and used it as a weapon called Xiuhcoatl. Better yet, Alal suspected she and her buddies were more than happy to reunite it with the rest if they thought the Weave itself wouldn't annihilate them for daring to do so.In their current, weakened state they were vulnerable to such a karmic backlash. In theory, a reborn Illuyankamunus would have access to power beyond the bounds of the Weave, older and more terrifying. Still, without the mortal remains to anchor the energy, giving it to the spirit would be pointless.Alal knew where the spirit body was (in general), but that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was where it was,Of all the places the Arinniti sons could have fled to, they had to choose Brazil, the burial place of the restive spirit body of Illuyankamunus. Mother-fucker.And Ildiko 'Alkonyka' aka Dusk Lovasz had sworn she'd travel to Brazil to fulfill Bolu's side of the quest in the same way I was holding up Vranus' end. If I tried to stop her, SzelAnya would know something was up. Fuck.I was processing all of this when Obsidian violently yanked me out of the way. A cabby had swerved to avoid a flurry of trash and nearly run over us. It was the third near-concussive experience in the past five minutes she'd help me avoid while she had walked by my side. I'd been mumbling like a madman."That would be my Goddess wanting to talk with me," I looked her way."I know," she gave me a clever smile."She's really not going to like that," I shook my head."I know that too," she kept smiling. "Where is your mind?""Five lives away from making the world a safer place," I sighed."Safer for who?" she purred. Where were all the bimbos? Not only was it an insightful question, it cut straight to the heart of my dilemma.What decision could I make? If I elected to help my fellow Amazons, I risked screwing with the world. In truth, I was risking everything even if I did nothing. Well Dad was always clear that things didn't change by themselves. You needed to do something that would have an effect. So, 'What are you going to do?'More to the point, I wasn't Grandad. Killing the last five of the line of Illuyankamunus wasn't 'me', so it wasn't going to be something I'd worry about.SzelAnya wanted to bring back her Dad, I could understand that. I'd have to figure out a way for her to believe this world sticking around was more important. How? Well, I had a goddess-like creature right in front of me to probe for ideas."You are an immortal," Obsidian commented. She'd been weighing her opinion for some time. I could tell by the wonderment with which she gifted each word."What? No. I can die.""No. I don't think so. Your wounds. Normally the wounds I inflict flow freely for some time. Yours have already scabbed over," her eyes flickered to the various minor scars she'd imparted to me in the few hours we'd been together.Of course, her idea was insane, Oh God No! I was in Grandad's body. Well Duh! His body was supposed to be immortal."Are you sure?" I looked deep into her eyes."You are a young immortal, the youngest I've ever met, but you are an immortal," she seemed to be convincing herself as much as me.Stupid Assumption (on my part)! I wasn't in Alal's body. I was in Cáel's. Because the Cáel soul shard was young, Alal hadn't been able to find it because it had moved through Time, to me, sonofabitch! 'I' hadn't been around for him to find. No! I was making yet another damn assumption.What did I know? When Pamela found Baraqu, it had been in an object, not a person, though she had been short on details. When the Alal-shard went to the Land of the Endless Black Sands to bring Saku back, the Cáel-shard had been in reality, so it had been allowed to create a body, 'me'. Still, the curse Sarrat Irkalli placed on Baraqu was on Alal and myself as well, which meant I might just be immortal.My Alal-mind agreed with Obsidian's assessment. In his first years, his healing had been slow, still taking days for what took mortal people weeks. I'd stupidly attributed my swift recovery to Amazon medicines, ugh. Because I got wounded more than most Security Detail trainees while concurrently entertaining two and three sex partners."Can you talk with Dot Ishara?" I asked her."Yes, but why would I?""Sex?""We are going to have sex anyway," she smiled. I'd tricked her. Set her up with the right so I could now drop her with the left."I can bring the mbo  tat  back to life," I pledged. That was not what she was expecting at all. "If you bring the Xiuhcoatl, I can bring the flesh and we can unite the three." Mbo  tat  was the Tupi name for the legendary 'fiery serpent' of the Amazon Basin. In Portuguese, it had become Boi-tat , a will-o-wisp with a confused, Christianized mythology ~ a serpent dwelling in darkness, devouring the eyes of corpses, glowing in the forests at night."Where is the flesh?" she whispered."In his mortal children," I replied."Who?""You are a monster, Ītzpāpālōtl. I'm not going to tell you and you don't have the time to drag the information out of my mind before my allies drop on you like a nuclear detonation," I drew my body tightly to her."Why would the Amazons do this?""They are not. This is a deal between you and me," I kissed her lips. I pulled back. A few seconds later she kissed me back."Why?""My grandfather had my father murdered and I would avenge him. In the end, despite my father's Amazon heritage, my 'Sisters' will let his death go unavenged for the greater good of the Host. He was a man and they will never look beyond that ~ they will never value his life as they would that of a woman.""Your mother's father?""Yes. Cáel O'Shea of the Illuminati.""We are not at war with the Illuminati," she murmured. It was a casual observation, not a protest."You are at war with Cáel O'Shea.""He was slain.""He didn't stay dead.""You know much more than you are saying," she was finally catching on."Absolutely.""I need much more than a few names to convince my kin to help," she purred, a cocktail of sexual immersion and flesh-flaying pain."I don't work for you. You are agreeing to work for me," I was hard as iron in more than one way. Why? Boundaries. She lived in a world where only the fundamentals of reality constrained her. Having a human, no matter how polished my pedigree, or how much I might appear to be 'special', tell her 'you are not the boss' in a reasonable fashion was new and very unwelcome."What would make you think that?""My mentor taught me knowledge is a curse. It is our inability to forget, and I can see into your soul, Ītzpāpālōtl. You care not one wit for the life of an assassin. But the thought of the other 'Factors' of the 9 Clans treating you as an equal galls you almost as much as the crushing reality that you need them."You have lived 500 years in chains and I'm offering you a desperate grab at freedom," I added."Your brief glimpse of immortality gives you no insight into my existence," she bristled."Oh, how many have given up? How many have decided the fight was no longer worth it and faded from the Sunlight to make their final trip into the Underworld, never to return? Do you even visit them?" I spoke with a voice tinged with compassion and loss. I pulled upon the pitiless, blank memories of a childless Alal all those centuries and imprinted on them my own fears of fatherhood and failure."How do you know so much?" she let her fa ade crack, then blow away, in the hollowness of her own sorrow. How could I pity such a monster? I could because I was me and I wouldn't surrender that to the barbaric past and most likely horrific future. I pulled her close, resting my chin on the top of her head."You are not the first, wonderful, very bright woman who has stepped into my life, Obsidian," I whispered. "You are not even the first divinity. For all the millions of differences enforced by power and time, I think love, hate and the conflict between the two wear upon us all. If anything, you face an endless parade of hope and misery. Even if you chose to ignore it, you have seen it and perhaps it leaves its marks ~ water scarring the rocks of a riverbed."We paused. I was able to peripherally scan about and realize we'd made it to Central Park ~ the Ramble and off the beaten path."Your Goddess is a fool for not keeping you closer," she murmured."She does keep me close. You have been actively keeping me from her," I reminded my guest. "She also plays by the rules, so is of limited help in my plans for vengeance."Translation: I could enlist Ītzpāpālōtl's aid while still remaining loyal to my matron Goddess. Ishara could not provide what I needed and my Amazons wouldn't agree with my scheme, so I needed her. Three hours ago, she wouldn't have considered me a worthy supplicant, much less an allied equal, yet here she was conspiring with me to shake the foundations of Creation.Personally, I was thanking Mamitu, Destiny. Had I not been having my worst Sunday ever when we first crossed paths and then acted like a total cockhead, pissed her off and led her to holding Sarrat Irkalli's dagger, thus putting her life in my hands, and not had Timothy as a best friend, I wouldn't have taken her to the movie, and my mind wouldn't have wandered down those dark corridors of Alal's memories to piece things together.Whatever itinerary Obsidian had approached me with, my abrasive behavior had forced her to it cast aside. Dagger, movie, revelations, I was now so much more in her eyes than she had envisioned."Share my need and share with me an ounce of your sorrow," I murmured to her as I gently curled my fingers in her hair and directed her head up until she faced me."The dagger," she rumbled. While she was stroking my hard-on, I knew she was using it as a double meaning."I was pinned to an onyx sacrificial table," I began my tale. We worked off pants to mid-thigh then 'got busy'. Penetration was only going to be possible by turning her around. Ground-breaking was her ready acceptance of my instruction. I leaned against a tree, then pulled her onto my lap. She guided my phallus home.One locomotion and I sunk in deep. It was warm molasses until I hit and pressed against her cervix. For a second Obsidian trembled, then her muscles clamped down tightly, gripping my manhood firmly in a vise, keeping me still."Ah," I groaned. Obsidian had her neck twisted, so we were kissing with eye contact as I described my adventures with the Gong tau sorcerers. She shot me a quick twinkle of delight, a connection. She'd relayed physical pleasure in the way I was giving her cerebral gratification, aka hope.I rolled up her shirt, and gave both nipples a brutal tweak in response. She gasped. I was applying a little 'rough' with my tender intercourse. She rolled her tush against my groin, an invitation to double-down on my nipple-play. I kept my left hand working over each tit while working my fingernails down her abdomen. As I described the terror in old Tsu's face as he shouted out 'M iyǒu! (Mandarin for 'No!') as he recognized too late the curse he was invoking. She relished the visual of the Han necromancer's terror.'Me' smacking two fingers down on her clit earned me a squeal and a small gush of fluids on my nut-sack. Her look of astonishment was something I'd always cherish. Before me, sex was something she demanded from her followers/victims and definitely orchestrated. Her partners being fearful/worshipful must have limited their initiative."A-a-a-ah, we are being observed," she groaned, her lips less than an inch from mine. It took me a second."Which direction?" I kept pumping her, strumming her clit and treating her tit like taffy on a hot Coney Island summer afternoon. Her hooded eyes flickered to our right. I gave it ten seconds. I had to get Obsidian refocused on what I was going to do to her next, in case this was innocent voyeurism. Nope. It was Chaz.Why Chaz? See, I'm an idiot. My cryptic warning to Timothy for Pamela had been good for all of one minute. He'd called her and she'd gathered what she could and come looking for me.Why was she concerned? I was babbling to Timothy then wandering off with a 'beyond-freaky' chick I had just met named 'Obsidian' who came my way courtesy of another chick with the name of Estere.Let me see, Estere was Hashashin and for Timothy to describe someone in my life as 'beyond freaky' was bad news. Timothy was seriously worried about me and Timothy was an emotional rock ~ he didn't panic. Lest we forget, I was in a federal taskforce. A quick peek into New York traffic cameras revealed me and Obsidian wandering into Central Park from the south, so in the rescue party went, splitting up and Chaz 'lucked-out'.I still had two, no, three problems. I was really enjoying my sexual excursion with Obsidian and she was seeming to truly enjoy her experience with me. Oh, and Central Park is big, Pamela had been pressed for people, so she had pressed some unlikely participants into my rescue party."He's," smooch, "my brother, by adoption," I headed off the whole idea she'd been briefed on me already."Visual, Peacekeeper Six, OS2, L-11," Chaz muttered into his headset before taking up a casual stance on the path overlooking our trysting spot. Sex with an audience didn't bother her, so, we worked out as much action from twist, turns and two inches of in-and-out motions (she liked to keep our bodies tight) as we could. Obsidian was humming along in no time. Her vaginal walls were undulating, wearing away at my self-control.Panting, not from us,"Is he o, are they, who is she?" huffed and puffed a trio of voices from Chaz's locale. Oh. Pamela had recruited my 'Hounds'.I accidently (from a timing perspective) took that moment to grind my nails into her left nipple, pinched her clit and hammered her as hard as I could. Obsidian howled. Her vocalization exited the human realm in a cataclysmic manner.The noise scared avians a mile away into terrorized flight. Cats hissed, then raced for cover. Dogs tucked tail and ran. Streetlights a hundred yards away shattered in sprays of glass. Better yet, for the entertainment of my viewing public, she lashed out with her right hand at the closest Black Cherry sapling, exploding it into a mist of sap and pulverizing the bark and wood fiber into pulp.On the downside, her cervix gave my balls an ultimatum ~ release my seed at once, or she was going to twist off my head. My cock and balls have a long history of making decisions without me. I began lavishing her. Before I finally got the feeling I was out of the danger zone. She was back to rubbing against me and purring in blissful satisfaction."Onun g zleri," whispered Belgin, one of the Turks. 'Her eyes'?"Cáel, are you aware of the alternative nature of your liaison?" Chaz coolly cautioned me. Translation: 'mate, do you know you have your cock in a demon?'"Yeah," I coughed. I had a face full of her hair. I was working on some post-coital nuzzling along with slowly helping her get her pants back up."Ininzqueoccehpa," she hummed to me, ignoring our gathering. That was 'let's do this again'."Tehuatlcochitlehua," I replied with some fondness. She studied me for a second before deciding my term was one of endearment, thus 'you are what dreams are made of', not 'nightmares'.Obsidian had another issue to deal with. Timothy would call it a righteous cocking. Whatever it was, her hold on her human mein had slipped and her inhumanity was slipping through, mainly in her glass-like, black, multi-facetted eyes and her fingers which now ended in molten obsidian talons. On the subconscious level, her predatory nature was setting everyone close-by on edge. I could also make out the high pitched, ultrasonic pipping of her chiropteran cries ~ purpose unknown.Obsidian made her way off farther into the underbrush leaving me a few precious seconds to appreciate her retreating posterior while holstering my equipment. More people were arriving. I had one more thing to take care of before, oh look, Nikita had brought her Mom along, the NYPD Sergeant."Chaz, I need to have a quick chat with Dot before I can explain things. She's been waiting and that's unwise," I looked to the Brit. He nodded."Cáel? Mr. Nyilas? Prince?" all came my way. I relaxed as best I could. Chaz went to a body blow to stagger me, then an epic upper cut to send me to Lullaby Land.Dot & the DragonessDot and SzelAnya, in dragon form, were waiting as I tumbled forward. By the state of my haziness, I knew my unconsciousness wouldn't last long."You gave her your seed," came the accusation."Yes," I staggered, "and now you should be able to track her," I pointed out the bonus part of the arrangement. No comment."I've got to make this quick, SzelAnya, I've found your father, geographically speaking," I dropped the bomb."Don't," Dot Ishara commanded. After all, she and her divine cohorts had done the killing and corpse-dividing eons ago. Undoubtedly, they'd executed their own oaths to one another to 'never reveal what they had done' as well."Too late," I shook my head. SzelAnya's attention was magnetized. "I owe you and I'm paying my debts. I'm not blind to the dangers, believe me.""You have no idea what power you are invoking," Dot's undercurrent of displeasure was the worst I'd experienced."Wrong. I've got thousands of years of Alal boiling around in my head, Plus the rest of you betrayed her 2600 years ago. It doesn't mean I have to. And now, given the chance, I'm not. Even if you kill me, she's got enough toBack in the Ramble"Really expect me to believe," Nikita's mom was growling."Man down," I waved a weak arm skyward."Mr. Nyilas, what is going on here?" the Sergeant addressed me. I was reclining in a circle of my 'Hounds'; most were kneeling. Chaz was in a tiny bit of trouble for having clocked me."Umm, thanks for coming out and looking for me. I assure you, Mr. Tomorrow did what he did as a matter of his professional duties ~ intelligence gathering." As I struggled to stand, my ladies helped me. I saw Pamela with three Hounds coming up fast from one direction and Virginia with three more coming from the other. The gang was all here.The mutterings in non-English tongues suggested a bit of explaining was already going on."You've been bleeding," Nikita pointed out with an unspoken 'again'."This?" I pulled my shirt out and looked at the first bloodstain of my encounter. "This is the just the start of the bad news." I shed my windbreaker and then t-shirt.The professionals shouldered aside the others to take a closer look."All of these are from noon and less than an hour ago," I identified the damage. Sarge was skeptical. Chaz, Nikita and Virginia less so."They look older," the senior lawman noted."I've been curious about that," Chaz frowned."I've inherited my Grandfather's curse. My soul fragment was in the 'Here and Now' twenty-three years ago while his was, 'over there', so I was allowed to come into creation. According to my recently departed guest,""You are immortal," Virginia mumbled to finish the thought. Had the speaker not been a member of the FBI, who knows how the thought would have been received."From the memories I've been gifted with," I tapped the tiny divot on my forehead, "his healing abilities started out rather slowly too. I certainly don't want to test this theory, so no worries there," I scanned the group."How do you explain seeing your Grandfather in Hungary and again in Rome?" Virginia wondered."Again, that woman who just left," I got out."Was no woman," Nuray, another one of my Turkish Hounds interrupted. "Her eyes..." she tried to explain, "and look what she did to that tree," she pointed to the greatest piece of evidence of supernatural wrongdoing. The other two witnesses nodded."We all saw the same thing. Her eyes were, bottomless, definitely not human," Belgin affirmed. The veteran players looked to Chaz."She had a collapsed nose-bridge, lacked a blink response, her dental work was carnivorous and her tongue was extremely clipped and showed prehensile qualities," he reported calmly. Pause. Chaz was a freaking intelligence operative, after all."If her hands were a type of glove weaponry, I've never seen it s like before. While I know it is possible for a human to exert the force-pounds necessary to snap a two inch diameter tree trunk in one blow, it is a rare skill and requires intense discipline. This appeared to be done spontaneously, without preparation of any kind and as a reaction to other stimuli," he added."It was also your assessment he needed to be knocked unconscious?" Nikita's mom countered."Mr. Nyilas' psychological constructs are something the whole team has to work around. At times, he seeks 'insight' from his mind in a deliberately unconscious/non-sleep state," he replied."He claims to be talking with spirit powers. I know when he returns to consciousness, he delivers useful intelligence. I'm not a psychologist, psychiatrist, or psychic. I don't know why his mind functions that way. I do know results. And I know I work with people who would achieve those results by other means if it were at all possible. Since we haven't found another method, we accept that from tim

Academia de los nocturnos 4x26 En el programa de esta semana abrimos las puertas a la enigmática mitología eslava de la mano de la gran Mercedes Pullman. Descubriremos un panteón de dioses duales, donde el bien y el mal se entrelazan alejándose de las concepciones tradicionales de otras mitologías. Mercedes nos revelará los secretos de los dioses olvidados, cuyas historias se transmitieron oralmente durante siglos, presentando un gran desafío para su recopilación. Pero esto no será solo un repaso de nombres y leyendas. Hablaremos sobre la relevancia de la mitología en el mundo moderno, cómo estas antiguas creencias pueden ofrecernos perspectivas valiosas en nuestra era digital y acelerada. Este programa será más que una lección de historia; es una invitación a reconectar con nuestras raíces y explorar la magia que aún reside en los mitos. Dadle al play y dejaos sorprender por el poder de los dioses eslavos. Y no os perdáis la sección “Enclaves de Leyenda”, en la que Álvaro Anula relatará los tensos inicios de la Segunda Guerra Mundial en diciembre de 1939. En este contexto, nos hablará de un misterio ocurrido en el pequeño pueblo de Owensville, Indiana: la aparición de la frase "Remember Pearl Harbor" escrita con tiza en la entrada de una escuela secundaria dos años antes del ataque… Sed bienvenidos y bienvenidas. Podcast Academia de los Nocturnos Dirige: Félix Friaza Presentan: Félix Friaza y Lola Velasco Colaboran: Álvaro Anula y Javier Resines Locución: Laura Cárdenas y Ana Cárdenas Edición y diseño: Paco Cárdenas Si te gusta nuestro programa, suscríbete en Ivoox, comenta y dale a Me gusta a nuestros programas, tu respaldo nos motiva a seguir adelante y a mejorar. Y si los compartes, nos ayudarás a que los conozcan más personas. - Suscríbete a nuestro podcast aquí: https://go.ivoox.com/sq/1523888 - Añádenos a Whatsapp: (+34) 644 848 546 - Nuestro correo: academianocturnos@gmail.com - Síguenos en Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AcademiaDeLosNocturnos - Las opiniones expresadas por los invitados son de su exclusiva responsabilidad y no necesariamente representan la opinión de la dirección del programa. Créditos de las músicas: - Sintonía: Scarborough Fair – Nox Arcana - Cuña 1: BSO Poltergeist – Jerry Goldsmith – “The calling” - Cuña 2: BSO Nosferatu (2024) – “Once upon a time” - Cuña 3: BSO Encuentros en la tercera fase – John Williams – “Wild signals” - Cuña 4 contacto: “Salem's Lot Soundtrack | Town Theme - Nathan Barr & Lisbeth Scott | WaterTower Music” - Música presentación invitados: BSO The Haunting of Hill House – “Take her down” - Cierre de programa - Music from Uppbeat (free for Creators!): http://uppbeat.io/t/spinnin-tape/no-joyce - License code: JUYLRAH7OVALM3LC Músicas de fondo: - OST The Pagan Queen – “The Kings Funeral” - Benedikt Brydern - Wardruna – “Grá” - http://www.wardruna.com - OST The Pagan Queen – “Eternal Love” - Benedikt Brydern

NESTA EDIÇÃO. Brasil amplia direito de soberania no mar em área com possível ocorrência de petróleo. ANP decide abrir cálculos dos contratos legados de transporte de gás. Pedido de suspensão da mistura de biodiesel ao diesel é negado pela agência. Projeto de lei quer incluir nanoempreendedores na tarifa social de energia. Anac e agência europeia vão colaborar para incentivo a combustíveis sustentáveis de aviação.

Inoltre, la Consulta n. 30/2025 sui limiti alla permanenza all'aria aperta per i detenuti al 41-bis, il parere ANAC su privacy e contratti pubblici, la lettera di commiato di Vincenzo Pappa Monteforte dalla Presidenza della Cassa notarile.>> Leggi anche l'articolo: https://tinyurl.com/6hm96vym>> Scopri tutti i podcast di Altalex: https://bit.ly/2NpEc3w

No podcast ‘Notícia No Seu Tempo’, confira em áudio as principais notícias da edição impressa do jornal ‘O Estado de S.Paulo’ desta terça-feira (25/03/2025): O ex-presidente Jair Bolsonaro (PL) voltou a atacar ontem o ministro Alexandre de Moraes, na véspera do primeiro julgamento pelo Supremo Tribunal Federal (STF) da denúncia da Procuradoria-Geral da República (PGR) em que ele é acusado de ter tramado um golpe de Estado após a derrota na eleição de 2022. Em entrevista ao podcast Inteligência Ltda, Bolsonaro disse que Moraes ameaçou o tenente-coronel Mauro Cid e que a delação do seu ex-ajudante de ordens foi feita “sob tortura”. No julgamento que começa hoje, a Primeira Turma do STF vai decidir se a denúncia da PGR contra o “núcleo 1” da trama golpista, formado por Bolsonaro e mais sete acusados, tem indícios suficientes para instauração de uma ação penal. Em caso positivo, os acusados se tornam réus. E mais: Economia: Concorrentes pressionam a Anatel a vetar expansão da Starlink no país Internacional: Milei tira sigilo de papéis da ditadura e planeja punir ações contra militares Metrópole: Aeromóvel até Cumbica volta a ter a entrega adiada Esportes: Mais leve, Brasil visita a Argentina em busca da ‘paz total’See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Academia de los nocturnos 4x25 Esta noche exploramos el libro "Historia Oculta de la Música", y para ello contamos con la visita de su autor, Luis Antonio Muñoz. Entre los instrumentos más extraños que ha tocado nuestro invitado están los diseñados por Leonardo Da Vinci, como la viola organista y una lira con cabeza de caballo. Hablaremos de los orígenes de la música, su papel en las civilizaciones antiguas, como Egipto y Grecia, y la conexión entre la música y la masonería, enfocándose en Mozart. También abordamos la relación entre Hitler y la música de Wagner, así como el espiritismo y las experiencias mediúmnicas en la música. Dentro de este contexto, se ven implicadas figuras como Chopin y Schumann. Este último incluso afirma recibir músicas dictadas por ángeles y demonios. También hablaremos del caso de Rosemary Brown, una mujer que afirmaba canalizar las músicas de compositores fallecidos, un fenómeno para el cual no se ha encontrado explicación. Javier Resines, desde su sección "Caminando entre Monstruos", nos hablará de los Simiots, criaturas legendarias de los Pirineos, seres mitad humanos, mitad bestias, cuyo mito persiste desde la Edad Media. Conoceremos presuntos ataques a pueblos como Arles-sur-Tech y su conexión con reliquias religiosas y rituales antiguos. Sed bienvenidos y bienvenidas. Podcast Academia de los Nocturnos Dirige: Félix Friaza Presentan: Félix Friaza y Lola Velasco Colaboran: Álvaro Anula y Javier Resines Locución: Laura Cárdenas y Ana Cárdenas Edición y diseño: Paco Cárdenas Si te gusta nuestro programa, suscríbete en Ivoox, comenta y dale a Me gusta a nuestros programas, tu respaldo nos motiva a seguir adelante y a mejorar. Y si los compartes, nos ayudarás a que los conozcan más personas. - Suscríbete a nuestro podcast aquí: https://go.ivoox.com/sq/1523888 - Añádenos a Whatsapp: (+34) 644 848 546 - Nuestro correo: academianocturnos@gmail.com - Síguenos en Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AcademiaDeLosNocturnos - Las opiniones expresadas por los invitados son de su exclusiva responsabilidad y no necesariamente representan la opinión de la dirección del programa. Créditos de las músicas: - Sintonía: Scarborough Fair – Nox Arcana - Cuña 1: BSO Poltergeist – Jerry Goldsmith – “The calling” - Cuña 2: BSO Nosferatu (2024) – “Once upon a time” - Cuña 3: BSO Encuentros en la tercera fase – John Williams – “Wild signals” - Cuña 4 contacto: “Salem's Lot Soundtrack | Town Theme - Nathan Barr & Lisbeth Scott | WaterTower Music” - Música presentación invitados: BSO The Haunting of Hill House – “Take her down” - Cierre de programa - Music from Uppbeat (free for Creators!): http://uppbeat.io/t/spinnin-tape/no-joyce - License code: JUYLRAH7OVALM3LC Músicas de fondo: - Music for a Knight #1 - Palästinalied - From Youtube's channel Historia oculta de la música - Mozart Requiem - K. 626 IIIf. Lacrimosa - Live And Let Die (2018 Remaster) · Paul McCartney & Wings - A Capitol Records Release

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Esta noche os traemos un cambio importante en el programa que desvelaremos al comienzo. Después charlaremos con Jacques Fletcher, explorador e investigador de lo desconocido. Fletcher compartirá con nosotros anécdotas de sus viajes a la Amazonía, sus encuentros con tribus indígenas, experiencias con lo extraordinario y reflexiones sobre el cine, la cultura y la condición humana. Álvaro Anula, en su sección “Enclaves de Leyenda”, nos contará la historia de Omar Ben Hafsun, un rebelde que lideró a bandidos, descontentos y marginados, y que llegó a desafiar al Emirato de Córdoba desde su fortaleza en Bobastro, en la Sierra de las Nieves. Sed bienvenidos y bienvenidas. Podcast Academia de los Nocturnos Dirige: Félix Friaza Presentan: Félix Friaza y Lola Velasco Colaboran: Álvaro Anula y Javier Resines Locución: Laura Cárdenas y Ana Cárdenas Edición y diseño: Paco Cárdenas Si te gusta nuestro programa, suscríbete en Ivoox, comenta y dale a Me gusta a nuestros programas, tu respaldo nos motiva a seguir adelante y a mejorar. Y si los compartes, nos ayudarás a que los conozcan más personas. - Suscríbete a nuestro podcast aquí: https://go.ivoox.com/sq/1523888 - Añádenos a Whatsapp: (+34) 644 848 546 - Nuestro correo: academianocturnos@gmail.com - Síguenos en Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AcademiaDeLosNocturnos - Las opiniones expresadas por los invitados son de su exclusiva responsabilidad y no necesariamente representan la opinión de la dirección del programa. Créditos de las músicas: - Sintonía: Scarborough Fair – Nox Arcana - Cuña 1: BSO Poltergeist – Jerry Goldsmith – “The calling” - Cuña 2: BSO Nosferatu (2024) – “Once upon a time” - Cuña 3: BSO Encuentros en la tercera fase – John Williams – “Wild signals” - Cuña 4 contacto: “Salem's Lot Soundtrack | Town Theme - Nathan Barr & Lisbeth Scott | WaterTower Music” - Música presentación invitados: BSO The Haunting of Hill House – “Take her down” - Cierre de programa - Music from Uppbeat (free for Creators!): http://uppbeat.io/t/spinnin-tape/no-joyce - License code: JUYLRAH7OVALM3LC Músicas de fondo: - OST - Raiders of the Lost Ark - In the Jungle · John Williams · London Symphony Orchestra - 2008 Lucasfilm Ltd. - OST - Raiders of the Lost Ark - Bad Dates · John Williams · London Symphony Orchestra - 2008 Lucasfilm Ltd - OST - Jumanji Welcome to the Jungle - Digging Up the Past · Henry Jackman - 2017 Columbia Pictures

A Ucrânia aceitou um cessar-fogo total e por 30 dias. A Europa e os Estados Unidos afirmaram que o fim da guerra só depende agora da Rússia. O presidente americano ameaçou o Canadá e depois recuou, mas manteve tarifas de 25% para toda importação de aço e alumínio. A medida começa a valer amanhã, inclusive para o Brasil. As idas e vindas de Donald Trump causaram mais incerteza e voltaram a derrubar os mercados mundiais. As ações da empresa Tesla, de Elon Musk, já caíram 50% desde dezembro. Rodrigo Duterte, ex-presidente das Filipinas, foi preso, acusado de crimes contra a humanidade. Primeiro-ministro Luís Montenegro caiu e Portugal terá novas eleições. O Alto Comissariado de Direitos Humanos da ONU denunciou as execuções sumárias da minoria alauíta, na Síria. A Anac suspendeu os voos da Voepass por violação de normas de segurança. O Supremo mudou a regra do foro privilegiado para julgar políticos após o fim do mandato. O projeto Criança Esperança celebrou 40 anos de parceria com mais de seis mil projetos sociais.

Confira na edição do Jornal da Record News desta terça-feira (12): há cinco anos, a Organização Mundial da Saúde classificava a Covid-19 como uma pandemia. Polícia demole "resort do tráfico" no Complexo de Israel, no Rio de Janeiro. E ainda: companhia aérea Voepass tem operações suspensas pela Anac por falta de segurança.

O presidente Lula e o governador Romeu Zema participaram hoje da inauguração do centro de desenvolvimento de produtos de mobilidade híbrida-flex da Stellantis, em Betim, na Região Metropolitana de Belo Horizonte; A Anac, Agência Nacional de Aviação Civil, suspendeu hoje a operação da Voepass; A Ucrânia aceitou hoje o plano dos Estados Unidos para decretar um cessar-fogo imediato de 30 dias na guerra contra a Rússia. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Ucrânia ataca Moscou em maior ofensiva com drones da guerra. Anac suspende operação aérea da Voepass a partir desta terça por falta de segurança. Com pane elétrica total, avião declara emergência e é 'guiado' por controladora de voo até pousar em segurança nos EUA. Aprovação de Trump fica abaixo da desaprovação pela 1ª vez na média das pesquisas, aponta levantamento. Frente fria chega ao Sudeste e deve trazer chuva para o Centro-Sul; veja previsão para a semana.

Na primeira edição deste boletim você confere:Ucrânia lança o maior ataque de drones contra Moscou; Ex-presidente das Filipinas é preso; Anac suspende voos da Voepass. O Boletim Rádio Gazeta Online é um conteúdo produzido diariamente com as principais notícias do Brasil e do mundo. Esta edição contou com a apresentação da monitora Beatriz Martins, do curso de Jornalismo.Escute agora!

Custo da cesta básica em BH subiu 1,18% em fevereiro, na comparação com o mês anterior; Operações aéreas da companhia Voepass estão suspensas a partir de hoje por determinação da Agência Nacional de Aviação Civil; O Praia Clube, de Uberlândia, venceu o Minas no tie-break e disputa hoje a final do Campeonato Sul-Americano Feminino de Vôlei. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Academia de los nocturnos 4x23 Esta semana exploramos el mito de Nosferatu. Para ello, recibimos la visita de nuevo de Francisco Javier Millán, con quien hablaremos de la nueva adaptación de Nosferatu dirigida por Robert Eggers, comparándola con versiones anteriores y analizando sus raíces en la literatura y el ocultismo. En "Caminando entre Monstruos" conoceremos, de la mano de Javier Resines, la leyenda cántabra del hombre pez de Liérganes. Javier nos narrará la historia de Francisco de la Vega, un joven que desapareció en el mar y reapareció años después con características pisciformes. Exploraremos los orígenes históricos de la leyenda, citando fuentes antiguas y obras modernas que han estudiado el caso. Sed bienvenidos y bienvenidas. Podcast Academia de los Nocturnos Dirige: Félix Friaza Presentan: Félix Friaza y Juanca Romero Colaboran: Álvaro Anula y Javier Resines Locución: Laura Cárdenas y Ana Cárdenas Edición y diseño: Paco Cárdenas Si te gusta nuestro programa, suscríbete en Ivoox, comenta y dale a Me gusta a nuestros programas, tu respaldo nos motiva a seguir adelante y a mejorar. Y si los compartes, nos ayudarás a que los conozcan más personas. - Suscríbete a nuestro podcast aquí: https://go.ivoox.com/sq/1523888 - Añádenos a Whatsapp: (+34) 644 848 546 - Nuestro correo: academianocturnos@gmail.com - Síguenos en Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AcademiaDeLosNocturnos - Las opiniones expresadas por los invitados son de su exclusiva responsabilidad y no necesariamente representan la opinión de la dirección del programa. Créditos de las músicas: - Sintonía: Scarborough Fair – Nox Arcana - Cuña 1: BSO Poltergeist – Jerry Goldsmith – “The calling” - Cuña 2: BSO Nosferatu (2024) – “Once upon a time” - Cuña 3: BSO Encuentros en la tercera fase – John Williams – “Wild signals” - Cuña 4 contacto: “Salem's Lot Soundtrack | Town Theme - Nathan Barr & Lisbeth Scott | WaterTower Music” - Música presentación invitados: BSO The Haunting of Hill House – “Take her down” - Cierre de programa - Music from Uppbeat (free for Creators!): http://uppbeat.io/t/spinnin-tape/no-joyce - License code: JUYLRAH7OVALM3LC Músicas de fondo: - Nosferatu- Overture - Omens of Nosferatu (Original Score) by James Bernard - OST Nosferatu 2024 – “Incantation” by Robin Carolan - OST Nosferatu 2024 – “Foreign Land” by Robin Carolan

ROMA (ITALPRESS) - "La prevenzione della corruzione si basa sempre di più sull'aumento della trasparenza: abbiamo bisogno che sia nel pubblico che nel privato si investa in trasparenza, perché questa dà insieme efficienza, capacità di agire più rapidamente e allo stesso tempo capacità di controllare e verificare". Lo ha detto il presidente dell'Anac, Giuseppe Busia a margine dello "Zero Corruption Forum”, organizzato da Business at Oecd e Autostrade per l'Italia, con il patrocinio del Ministero al Maxxi di Roma. xi2/mca1/mgg

ROMA (ITALPRESS) - "Questo evento si fonda sul manifesto dell'Ocse che promuove Zero Corruzione come diciottesimo obiettivo di sviluppo sostenibile e definisce le dieci azioni per costruire un ecosistema di business che sia più responsabile, resiliente e competitivo, anche grazie all'aiuto dell'intelligenza artificiale. Zero Corruzione è uno dei pilastri fondamentali del nostro piano industriale, ma insieme anche altri due zero, che sono Zero Incidenti sul lavoro e Zero Incidenti sulla strada". Lo ha detto Nicola Allocca, Direttore Risk, Business Integrity & Resilience di Autostrade per l'Italia, a margine dello "Zero Corruption Forum”, organizzato da Business at Oecd e Autostrade per l'Italia, con il patrocinio del Ministero al Maxxi di Roma. xi2/trl/mca1

Academia de los nocturnos 4x22 Esta noche nos visita Gonzalo Pérez Sarró para hablarnos de su libro "La fuerza del muerto", una investigación de 37 años sobre un personaje enigmático con supuestos poderes paranormales. Exploraremos varios incidentes y testimonios relacionados con este individuo, resaltando lo misterioso de su habilidad para influir en las mentes y el curso de los eventos. Y no os perdáis la experiencia personal que nos contará Gonzalo, un suceso que considera inexplicable. Y esta noche visitaremos junto a Álvaro Anula la parroquia de Nuestra Señora de Zulema en Villalvilla, cerca de Alcalá de Henares, y nos centraremos en un evento de 1995, cuando feligreses afirmaron que un Cristo irradió luz, considerado por algunos como un milagro. Posteriormente, la iglesia ganó notoriedad por los exorcismos realizados por el padre Fortea, eclipsando el anterior incidente. Una nueva entrega de “Enclaves de Leyenda”. Sed bienvenidos y bienvenidas. Podcast Academia de los Nocturnos Dirige: Félix Friaza Presentan: Félix Friaza y Juanca Romero Colaboran: Álvaro Anula y Javier Resines Locución: Laura Cárdenas y Ana Cárdenas Edición y diseño: Paco Cárdenas Si te gusta nuestro programa, suscríbete en Ivoox, comenta y dale a Me gusta a nuestros programas, tu respaldo nos motiva a seguir adelante y a mejorar. Y si los compartes, nos ayudarás a que los conozcan más personas. - Suscríbete a nuestro podcast aquí: https://go.ivoox.com/sq/1523888 - Añádenos a Whatsapp: (+34) 644 848 546 - Nuestro correo: academianocturnos@gmail.com - Síguenos en Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AcademiaDeLosNocturnos - Las opiniones expresadas por los invitados son de su exclusiva responsabilidad y no necesariamente representan la opinión de la dirección del programa. Créditos de las músicas: - Sintonía: Scarborough Fair – Nox Arcana - Cuña 1: BSO Nosferatu (2024) – “Once upon a time” - Cuña 2: BSO Encuentros en la tercera fase – John Williams – “Wild signals” - Cuña 3: BSO Poltergeist – Jerry Goldsmith – “The calling” - Cuña 4 contacto: “Salem's Lot Soundtrack | Town Theme - Nathan Barr & Lisbeth Scott | WaterTower Music” - Música presentación invitados: BSO The Haunting of Hill House – “Take her down” - Cierre de programa - Music from Uppbeat (free for Creators!): http://uppbeat.io/t/spinnin-tape/no-joyce - License code: JUYLRAH7OVALM3LC Músicas de fondo: - OST The Sixth Sense - Help The Ghosts - by James Newton Howard - OST The Sixth Sense - On The Staircase - by James Newton Howard

Academia de los nocturnos 4x21 En el programa de esta semana recibimos la visita de Jesús Callejo y de Cristina Ramos, con quienes hablaremos de la Sábana Santa de Turín y sus réplicas, centrándonos especialmente en dos copias encontradas en Noalejo, Jaén. El análisis fotográfico de las copias de Noalejo revela detalles sorprendentes, como un efecto tridimensional en una de ellas y una posible huella dactilar. No os perdáis el programa, descubriréis datos muy interesantes. En la sección "Caminando entre Monstruos" exploraremos, junto a Javier Resines, el origen de varias calles en España llamadas "Sierpes," analizando leyendas y teorías sobre su nombre, muchas relacionadas con serpientes gigantes o eventos históricos. Y para terminar el programa, esta noche sortearemos un ejemplar del último libro de Gustavo Doménech. Sed bienvenidos y bienvenidas. Podcast Academia de los Nocturnos Dirige: Félix Friaza Presentan: Félix Friaza y Juanca Romero Colaboran: Álvaro Anula y Javier Resines Locución: Laura Cárdenas y Ana Cárdenas Edición y diseño: Paco Cárdenas Si te gusta nuestro programa, suscríbete en Ivoox, comenta y dale a Me gusta a nuestros programas, tu respaldo nos motiva a seguir adelante y a mejorar. Y si los compartes, nos ayudarás a que los conozcan más personas. - Suscríbete a nuestro podcast aquí: https://go.ivoox.com/sq/1523888 - Añádenos a Whatsapp: (+34) 644 848 546 - Nuestro correo: academianocturnos@gmail.com - Síguenos en Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AcademiaDeLosNocturnos - Las opiniones expresadas por los invitados son de su exclusiva responsabilidad y no necesariamente representan la opinión de la dirección del programa. Créditos de las músicas: - Sintonía: Scarborough Fair – Nox Arcana - Cuña 1: BSO Nosferatu (2024) – “Once upon a time” - Cuña 2: BSO Encuentros en la tercera fase – John Williams – “Wild signals” - Cuña 3: BSO Poltergeist – Jerry Goldsmith – “The calling” - Cuña 4 contacto: “Salem's Lot Soundtrack | Town Theme - Nathan Barr & Lisbeth Scott | WaterTower Music” - Música presentación invitados: BSO The Haunting of Hill House – “Take her down” - Cierre de programa - Music from Uppbeat (free for Creators!): http://uppbeat.io/t/spinnin-tape/no-joyce - License code: JUYLRAH7OVALM3LC Músicas de fondo: - OST The Passion Of The Christ Soundtrack - 06 Song Of Complaint - OST The Passion Of The Christ Soundtrack - 01 The Olive Garden Night Sky - Cierre: The Passion of the Christ Calm Continuous Mix : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n6V0eZQF0W8&ab_channel=TheAmbientScore Foto de portada cedida por Cristina Ramos.

Academia de los nocturnos 4x20 Esta noche hablaremos con nuestro compañero Juanca Romero, autor del libro "Santa Cruz, tenebrosa y paranormal", en el que, entre otros muchos temas, narra algunos oscuros crímenes perpetrados en su tierra. Exploraremos varios casos, como el "crimen de los alemanes", el de "El Jala" en la Pensión Padrón, las muertes en el edificio Olimpo, o de "El Brujo". También nos hablará de una secta alemana en la isla que planeó un suicidio masivo en el Teide. Álvaro Anula viene esta semana a hablarnos de la leyenda de Kanada, un alquimista hindú que, según la tradición, anticipó la teoría atómica. Álvaro explorará la transmisión de las ideas de Kanada a través del tiempo. Otro “Enclaves de Leyenda” que no querrás perderte. Y recordad que sorteamos un ejemplar del último libro de Gustavo Doménech. Podéis seguir participando hasta el martes que viene, y en el próximo programa diremos el ganador o ganadora. Sed bienvenidos y bienvenidas. Podcast Academia de los Nocturnos Dirige: Félix Friaza Presentan: Félix Friaza y Juanca Romero Colaboran: Álvaro Anula y Javier Resines Locución: Laura Cárdenas y Ana Cárdenas Edición y diseño: Paco Cárdenas Si te gusta nuestro programa, suscríbete en Ivoox, comenta y dale a Me gusta a nuestros programas, tu respaldo nos motiva a seguir adelante y a mejorar. Y si los compartes, nos ayudarás a que los conozcan más personas. - Suscríbete a nuestro podcast aquí: https://go.ivoox.com/sq/1523888 - Añádenos a Whatsapp: (+34) 644 848 546 - Nuestro correo: academianocturnos@gmail.com - Síguenos en Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AcademiaDeLosNocturnos - Las opiniones expresadas por los invitados son de su exclusiva responsabilidad y no necesariamente representan la opinión de la dirección del programa. Créditos de las músicas: - Sintonía: Scarborough Fair – Nox Arcana - Cuña 1: BSO Nosferatu (2024) – “Once upon a time” - Cuña 2: BSO Encuentros en la tercera fase – John Williams – “Wild signals” - Cuña 3: BSO Poltergeist – Jerry Goldsmith – “The calling” - Cuña 4 contacto: “Salem's Lot Soundtrack | Town Theme - Nathan Barr & Lisbeth Scott | WaterTower Music” - Música presentación invitados: BSO The Haunting of Hill House – “Take her down” - Cierre de programa - Music from Uppbeat (free for Creators!): http://uppbeat.io/t/spinnin-tape/no-joyce - License code: JUYLRAH7OVALM3LC Músicas de fondo: - BSO Seven – “Greed” - BSO Seven – “Lust” - BSO Seven – “Somerset”

Academia de los nocturnos 4x19 Esta semana nos visita Gustavo Doménech, autor del reciente libro: "Rompiendo el silencio, anomalías a mi alrededor". Exploraremos las experiencias paranormales de Gustavo, incluyendo parálisis del sueño, viajes astrales y encuentros con entidades, además de su creencia en ángeles guardianes y sincronicidades. También hablaremos de la interpretación de sueños, la numerología, y de experiencias cercanas a la muerte. Esta noche en "Caminando entre Monstruos", Javier Resines reseña el documental argentino "Bajo Superficie", de Miguel Ángel Rossi, que explora la leyenda de Nahuelito, una criatura supuestamente habitante del lago Nahuel Huapi. ¡Y sorteamos un ejemplar del libro de Gustavo! Atentos al programa. Sed bienvenidos y bienvenidas. Podcast Academia de los Nocturnos Dirige: Félix Friaza Presentan: Félix Friaza y Juanca Romero Colaboran: Álvaro Anula y Javier Resines Locución: Laura Cárdenas y Ana Cárdenas Edición y diseño: Paco Cárdenas Si te gusta nuestro programa, suscríbete en Ivoox, comenta y dale a Me gusta a nuestros programas, tu respaldo nos motiva a seguir adelante y a mejorar. Y si los compartes, nos ayudarás a que los conozcan más personas. - Suscríbete a nuestro podcast aquí: https://go.ivoox.com/sq/1523888 - Añádenos a Whatsapp: (+34) 644 848 546 - Nuestro correo: academianocturnos@gmail.com - Síguenos en Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AcademiaDeLosNocturnos - Las opiniones expresadas por los invitados son de su exclusiva responsabilidad y no necesariamente representan la opinión de la dirección del programa. Créditos de las músicas: - Sintonía: Scarborough Fair – Nox Arcana - Cuña 1: BSO Nosferatu (2024) – “Once upon a time” - Cuña 2: BSO Encuentros en la tercera fase – John Williams – “Wild signals” - Cuña 3: BSO Poltergeist – Jerry Goldsmith – “The calling” - Cuña 4 contacto: “Salem's Lot Soundtrack | Town Theme - Nathan Barr & Lisbeth Scott | WaterTower Music” - Música presentación invitados: BSO The Haunting of Hill House – “Take her down” - Cierre de programa - Music from Uppbeat (free for Creators!): http://uppbeat.io/t/spinnin-tape/no-joyce - License code: JUYLRAH7OVALM3LC Músicas de fondo: - OST A Quiet Place – “Batteries Not Included” - BSO The Haunting of Hill House – “Science vs Religion”

Esta semana os traemos una doble entrevista. En primer lugar, charlaremos con Adrián Basilio, autor del libro "Vizcaya Forteana", en el que investiga y recopila 33 casos anómalos e inexplicados de Vizcaya, incluyendo avistamientos OVNI, encuentros con seres críptidos y experiencias paranormales. En la segunda parte del programa charlaremos de nuevo con Raúl Ferrero, autor del reciente libro "Valencia, ciudad mágica y legendaria". Exploraremos historias misteriosas y leyendas valencianas, como la figura de la "reina de las brujas", fenómenos paranormales en el Ateneo Mercantil o en la Clínica de la Cigüeña. Y os sorprenderéis cuando conozcáis la práctica histórica del "derecho al despojo". Al final del programa disfrutaremos una semana más de una nueva entrega de “Enclaves de Leyenda” con Álvaro Anula, quien nos llevará hasta la antigua Checoslovaquia de hace más de un siglo, para hablarnos de un misterioso y atroz asesinato. Un programa, como podéis ver, cargado de misterio. Sed bienvenidos y bienvenidas. Podcast Academia de los Nocturnos Dirige: Félix Friaza Presentan: Félix Friaza y Juanca Romero Colaboran: Álvaro Anula y Javier Resines Locución: Laura Cárdenas y Ana Cárdenas Edición y diseño: Paco Cárdenas Si te gusta nuestro programa, suscríbete en Ivoox, comenta y dale a Me gusta a nuestros programas, tu respaldo nos motiva a seguir adelante y a mejorar. Y si los compartes, nos ayudarás a que los conozcan más personas. - Suscríbete a nuestro podcast aquí: https://go.ivoox.com/sq/1523888 - Añádenos a Whatsapp: (+34) 644 848 546 - Nuestro correo: academianocturnos@gmail.com - Síguenos en Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AcademiaDeLosNocturnos - Las opiniones expresadas por los invitados son de su exclusiva responsabilidad y no necesariamente representan la opinión de la dirección del programa. Créditos de las músicas: - Sintonía: Scarborough Fair – Nox Arcana - Cuña 1: BSO Nosferatu (2024) – “Once upon a time” - Cuña 2: BSO Encuentros en la tercera fase – John Williams – “Wild signals” - Cuña 3: BSO Poltergeist – Jerry Goldsmith – “The calling” - Cuña 4 contacto: “Salem's Lot Soundtrack | Town Theme - Nathan Barr & Lisbeth Scott | WaterTower Music” - Música presentación invitados: BSO The Haunting of Hill House – “Take her down” - Cierre de programa - Music from Uppbeat (free for Creators!): http://uppbeat.io/t/spinnin-tape/no-joyce - License code: JUYLRAH7OVALM3LC Músicas de fondo: - OST A Quiet Place – “Opening” - OST A Quiet Place – “Batteries Not Included” - OST Seven – Howard Shore – “Mrs.Mills”

Academia de los nocturnos 4x17 En el primer programa del año nos acompaña Carlos Díaz, un oyente del programa que se declara escéptico pero que vive una situación intrigante: su hija pequeña parece comunicarse con el espíritu de su abuelo fallecido. Carlos ha documentado estas experiencias, llevado a cabo una investigación personal y plasmado todo ello en un libro, del que hablaremos esta noche. Y en "Caminando entre Monstruos", Javier Resines explora la criptozoología a través del caso del "Sireno de Vigo", una criatura humanoide marina avistada en 1739 según reportes en periódicos rusos e irlandeses. ¿Realidad, engaño periodístico o leyenda adaptada de relatos anteriores? Como colofón al primer programa de este año, daremos el ganador o ganadora del sorteo del libro “Los héroes de Hueva”, de Gustavo Doménech. Sed bienvenidos y bienvenidas. Podcast Academia de los Nocturnos Dirige: Félix Friaza Presentan: Félix Friaza y Juanca Romero Colaboran: Álvaro Anula y Javier Resines Locución: Laura Cárdenas y Ana Cárdenas Edición y diseño: Paco Cárdenas Si te gusta nuestro programa, suscríbete en Ivoox, comenta y dale a Me gusta a nuestros programas, tu respaldo nos motiva a seguir adelante y a mejorar. Y si los compartes, nos ayudarás a que los conozcan más personas. - Suscríbete a nuestro podcast aquí: https://go.ivoox.com/sq/1523888 - Añádenos a Whatsapp: (+34) 644 848 546 - Nuestro correo: academianocturnos@gmail.com - Síguenos en Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AcademiaDeLosNocturnos - Y en Twitter: https://twitter.com/adelosnocturnos - Las opiniones expresadas por los invitados son de su exclusiva responsabilidad y no necesariamente representan la opinión de la dirección del programa. Créditos de las músicas: -Sintonía: Scarborough Fair – Nox Arcana - “Helena's Lament” by Shane Ivers - https://www.silvermansound.com Music from Uppbeat (free for Creators!): - http://uppbeat.io/t/spinnin-tape/no-joyce License code: JUYLRAH7OVALM3LC - https://uppbeat.io/t/weary-pines/birth License code: GBN0YWDAIIVSDGYT -Música presentación invitados: https://uppbeat.io/t/ak/mystic-forests License code: ECTAWEVT9D0QNJJ5 - Introducción: ¿Qué es un fantasma? – de la película “El espinazo del diablo”, de Guillermo del Toro - Poltergeist “The Calling” - Poltergeist Juegos Diabólicos “Opening” - Poltergeist Juegos Diabólicos – “They're Not Pretend, Mommy”

Academia de los nocturnos 4x16 Queridos nocturnos y nocturnas, llegamos a nuestro último programa del año. Nos tomamos un respiro navideño para recargar pilas y volver en enero con más enigmas, aventuras y esas historias que tanto nos gustan. Esta noche os traemos una nueva tertulia nocturna, en la que discutiremos la realidad del fenómeno OVNI, analizando diferentes interpretaciones a lo largo de la historia y considerando testimonios de avistamientos. Contaremos con la inestimable participación de Mercedes Pullman, Carlos Gabriel Fernández y Gustavo Doménech, quienes comparten sus perspectivas y experiencias, incluyendo anécdotas personales. De parte de todo el equipo de la Academia de los Nocturnos, os deseamos unas fiestas llenas de magia, misterio y felicidad. ¡Nos escuchamos muy pronto! Sed bienvenidos y bienvenidas. Podcast Academia de los Nocturnos Dirige: Félix Friaza Presentan: Félix Friaza y Juanca Romero Colaboran: Álvaro Anula y Javier Resines Locución: Laura Cárdenas y Ana Cárdenas Edición y diseño: Paco Cárdenas Si te gusta nuestro programa, suscríbete en Ivoox, comenta y dale a Me gusta a nuestros programas, tu respaldo nos motiva a seguir adelante y a mejorar. Y si los compartes, nos ayudarás a que los conozcan más personas. - Suscríbete a nuestro podcast aquí: https://go.ivoox.com/sq/1523888 - Añádenos a Whatsapp: (+34) 644 848 546 - Nuestro correo: academianocturnos@gmail.com - Síguenos en Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AcademiaDeLosNocturnos - Y en Twitter: https://twitter.com/adelosnocturnos - Las opiniones expresadas por los invitados son de su exclusiva responsabilidad y no necesariamente representan la opinión de la dirección del programa. Créditos de las músicas: -Sintonía: Scarborough Fair – Nox Arcana - “Helena's Lament” by Shane Ivers - https://www.silvermansound.com Music from Uppbeat (free for Creators!): - http://uppbeat.io/t/spinnin-tape/no-joyce License code: JUYLRAH7OVALM3LC - https://uppbeat.io/t/weary-pines/birth License code: GBN0YWDAIIVSDGYT -Música presentación invitados: https://uppbeat.io/t/ak/mystic-forests License code: ECTAWEVT9D0QNJJ5 - Wild signals – Encuentros en la tercera fase - Images from the past – Contact - First crop circles - Señales - Music from #Uppbeat (free for Creators!): https://uppbeat.io/t/alfonso-gugliucci/christmas-soul License code: 7HMVLM9XIQKWKZIA

Los miércoles, Academia. Esta noche recibimos a Miguel Pedrero, quien nos contará las experiencias de contacto extraterrestre de una familia durante casi cincuenta años, incluyendo detalles sobre sus encuentros, mensajes recibidos, y el impacto en sus vidas. Hablaremos también de otros casos de encuentros cercanos a ovnis y experiencias paranormales mencionadas en su último libro. Álvaro Anula analiza en el “Enclaves de Leyenda” de esta noche, cómo durante la Guerra de las Comunidades de Castilla, la propaganda realista utilizó la figura del diablo para demonizar a los comuneros y minar su moral. Sed bienvenidos y bienvenidas. Podcast Academia de los Nocturnos Dirige: Félix Friaza Presentan: Félix Friaza y Juanca Romero Colaboran: Álvaro Anula y Javier Resines Locución: Laura Cárdenas y Ana Cárdenas Edición y diseño: Paco Cárdenas Si te gusta nuestro programa, suscríbete en Ivoox, comenta y dale a Me gusta a nuestros programas, tu respaldo nos motiva a seguir adelante y a mejorar. Y si los compartes, nos ayudarás a que los conozcan más personas. - Suscríbete a nuestro podcast aquí: https://go.ivoox.com/sq/1523888 - Añádenos a Whatsapp: (+34) 644 848 546 - Nuestro correo: academianocturnos@gmail.com - Síguenos en Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AcademiaDeLosNocturnos - Y en Twitter: https://twitter.com/adelosnocturnos - Las opiniones expresadas por los invitados son de su exclusiva responsabilidad y no necesariamente representan la opinión de la dirección del programa. Créditos de las músicas: -Sintonía: Scarborough Fair – Nox Arcana - “Helena's Lament” by Shane Ivers - https://www.silvermansound.com Music from Uppbeat (free for Creators!): - http://uppbeat.io/t/spinnin-tape/no-joyce License code: JUYLRAH7OVALM3LC - https://uppbeat.io/t/weary-pines/birth License code: GBN0YWDAIIVSDGYT -Música presentación invitados: https://uppbeat.io/t/ak/mystic-forests License code: ECTAWEVT9D0QNJJ5

Este miércoles os traemos una nueva tertulia nocturna. Hablaremos sobre fraudes en el mundo del misterio, y nos acompañan Manuel Berrocal y Óscar Iborra, psiquiatra y psicólogo. Analizaremos casos de estafas a personas vulnerables, utilizando técnicas psicológicas para aprovecharse de sus necesidades y creencias, y hablaremos de las motivaciones detrás de estos engaños y cómo funcionan. En “Caminando entre Monstruos”, Javier Resines nos llevará hasta Portugal para explorar el caso del "Ser de Évora", un incidente en 1959 en el que, después de un avistamiento OVNI, llovieron filamentos que contenían una extraña criatura de 4 mm. Un informe científico posterior sugirió que se trataba de vida extraterrestre. Sed bienvenidos y bienvenidas. Podcast Academia de los Nocturnos Dirige: Félix Friaza Presentan: Félix Friaza y Juanca Romero Colaboran: Álvaro Anula y Javier Resines Locución: Laura Cárdenas y Ana Cárdenas Edición y diseño: Paco Cárdenas Si te gusta nuestro programa, suscríbete en Ivoox, comenta y dale a Me gusta a nuestros programas, tu respaldo nos motiva a seguir adelante y a mejorar. Y si los compartes, nos ayudarás a que los conozcan más personas. - Suscríbete a nuestro podcast aquí: https://go.ivoox.com/sq/1523888 - Añádenos a Whatsapp: (+34) 644 848 546 - Nuestro correo: academianocturnos@gmail.com - Síguenos en Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AcademiaDeLosNocturnos - Y en Twitter: https://twitter.com/adelosnocturnos - Las opiniones expresadas por los invitados son de su exclusiva responsabilidad y no necesariamente representan la opinión de la dirección del programa. Créditos de las músicas: -Sintonía: Scarborough Fair – Nox Arcana - “Helena's Lament” by Shane Ivers - https://www.silvermansound.com Music from Uppbeat (free for Creators!): - http://uppbeat.io/t/spinnin-tape/no-joyce License code: JUYLRAH7OVALM3LC - https://uppbeat.io/t/weary-pines/birth License code: GBN0YWDAIIVSDGYT -Música presentación invitados: https://uppbeat.io/t/ak/mystic-forests License code: ECTAWEVT9D0QNJJ5

Esta noche visita de nuevo la academia David Cuevas, con quien hablaremos de su nuevo libro, "Inexplicado", centrándonos en las experiencias ufológicas, casos de fantasmas y otros fenómenos paranormales que ha recopilado para su libro. Álvaro Anula explora esta semana en su sección “Enclaves de Leyenda” el misterio que rodea el origen del río Jordán, analizando leyendas locales y referencias históricas para intentar explicar el origen de los afluentes del Jordán. Nos hablará de la coexistencia de elementos históricos y sobrenaturales, así como su importancia religiosa a través de la historia. Sed bienvenidos y bienvenidas. Podcast Academia de los Nocturnos Dirige: Félix Friaza Presentan: Félix Friaza y Juanca Romero Colaboran: Álvaro Anula y Javier Resines Locución: Laura Cárdenas y Ana Cárdenas Edición y diseño: Paco Cárdenas Si te gusta nuestro programa, suscríbete en Ivoox, comenta y dale a Me gusta a nuestros programas, tu respaldo nos motiva a seguir adelante y a mejorar. Y si los compartes, nos ayudarás a que los conozcan más personas. - Suscríbete a nuestro podcast aquí: https://go.ivoox.com/sq/1523888 - Añádenos a Whatsapp: (+34) 644 848 546 - Nuestro correo: academianocturnos@gmail.com - Síguenos en Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AcademiaDeLosNocturnos - Y en Twitter: https://twitter.com/adelosnocturnos - Las opiniones expresadas por los invitados son de su exclusiva responsabilidad y no necesariamente representan la opinión de la dirección del programa. Créditos de las músicas: -Sintonía: Scarborough Fair – Nox Arcana - “Helena's Lament” by Shane Ivers - https://www.silvermansound.com Music from Uppbeat (free for Creators!): - http://uppbeat.io/t/spinnin-tape/no-joyce License code: JUYLRAH7OVALM3LC - https://uppbeat.io/t/weary-pines/birth License code: GBN0YWDAIIVSDGYT -Música presentación invitados: https://uppbeat.io/t/ak/mystic-forests License code: ECTAWEVT9D0QNJJ5

Esta noche analizamos el libro "Crímenes del maligno" de César Alcalá. Hablamos con el autor sobre crímenes relacionados con el mal, el diablo y los rituales satánicos. Examinaremos varios casos históricos, incluyendo posesiones, exorcismos y crímenes motivados por la creencia en la influencia demoníaca. En la sección “Caminando entre Monstruos” Javier Resines nos narrará la historia del supuesto avistamiento de una pantera en la localidad española de Ventas de Huelma en 2020. Sed bienvenidos y bienvenidas. Podcast Academia de los Nocturnos Dirige: Félix Friaza Presentan: Félix Friaza y Juanca Romero Colaboran: Álvaro Anula y Javier Resines Locución: Laura Cárdenas y Ana Cárdenas Edición y diseño: Paco Cárdenas Si te gusta nuestro programa, suscríbete en Ivoox, comenta y dale a Me gusta a nuestros programas, tu respaldo nos motiva a seguir adelante y a mejorar. Y si los compartes, nos ayudarás a que los conozcan más personas. - Suscríbete a nuestro podcast aquí: https://go.ivoox.com/sq/1523888 - Añádenos a Whatsapp: (+34) 644 848 546 - Nuestro correo: academianocturnos@gmail.com - Síguenos en Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AcademiaDeLosNocturnos - Y en Twitter: https://twitter.com/adelosnocturnos - Las opiniones expresadas por los invitados son de su exclusiva responsabilidad y no necesariamente representan la opinión de la dirección del programa. Créditos de las músicas: -Sintonía: Scarborough Fair – Nox Arcana - “Helena's Lament” by Shane Ivers - https://www.silvermansound.com Music from Uppbeat (free for Creators!): - http://uppbeat.io/t/spinnin-tape/no-joyce License code: JUYLRAH7OVALM3LC - https://uppbeat.io/t/weary-pines/birth License code: GBN0YWDAIIVSDGYT -Música presentación invitados: https://uppbeat.io/t/ak/mystic-forests License code: ECTAWEVT9D0QNJJ5

Federico comenta la condena a altos cargos de UGT en Andalucía y cómo el sindicato debe devolver 40 millones al ser "responsable civil subsidiario".

Academia de los nocturnos 4x11 En el programa de hoy analizamos, junto a Pablo Vergel, el famoso incidente OVNI de Manises de 1979. Examinaremos las diferentes versiones del evento, las posibles explicaciones, y la importancia de los testigos cualificados, especialmente pilotos, en la investigación de fenómenos aéreos. En “Enclaves de Leyenda”, exploraremos, junto a Álvaro Anula, las leyendas africanas y árabes sobre los hombres hiena, criaturas mitad humanas y mitad hienas, que se cree que se transforman durante la noche. Sed bienvenidos y bienvenidas. Podcast Academia de los Nocturnos Dirige: Félix Friaza Presentan: Félix Friaza y Juanca Romero Colaboran: Álvaro Anula y Javier Resines Locución: Laura Cárdenas y Ana Cárdenas Edición y diseño: Paco Cárdenas Si te gusta nuestro programa, suscríbete en Ivoox, comenta y dale a Me gusta a nuestros programas, tu respaldo nos motiva a seguir adelante y a mejorar. Y si los compartes, nos ayudarás a que los conozcan más personas. - Suscríbete a nuestro podcast aquí: https://go.ivoox.com/sq/1523888 - Añádenos a Whatsapp: (+34) 644 848 546 - Nuestro correo: academianocturnos@gmail.com - Síguenos en Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AcademiaDeLosNocturnos - Y en Twitter: https://twitter.com/adelosnocturnos - Las opiniones expresadas por los invitados son de su exclusiva responsabilidad y no necesariamente representan la opinión de la dirección del programa. Créditos de las músicas: -Sintonía: Scarborough Fair – Nox Arcana - “Helena's Lament” by Shane Ivers - https://www.silvermansound.com Music from Uppbeat (free for Creators!): - http://uppbeat.io/t/spinnin-tape/no-joyce License code: JUYLRAH7OVALM3LC - https://uppbeat.io/t/weary-pines/birth License code: GBN0YWDAIIVSDGYT -Música presentación invitados: https://uppbeat.io/t/ak/mystic-forests License code: ECTAWEVT9D0QNJJ5

cademia de los nocturnos 4x10 Esta noche hablaremos con Jesús Callejo sobre cuerpos incorruptos, un tema que la tradición cristiana ha mantenido durante siglos, explorando las posibles explicaciones científicas y religiosas detrás de este fenómeno. Jesús analizará las prácticas de momificación de culturas antiguas, la creencia en el más allá, los rituales para evitar que los espíritus de los malos muertos regresen y el culto a los santos, y hablará de casos específicos de cuerpos incorruptos en España. Mencionaremos también un congreso reciente sobre misterio e historia en Valencia al que hemos asistido, así como nuestro invitado, y escucharemos a Raúl Ferrero, uno de sus organizadores. Raúl también nos hablará sobre dos casos de cuerpos incorruptos en España: Angelina Bertrán, una mujer laica que murió en Valencia en 1439 y cuyo cuerpo fue encontrado incorrupto años después, y Sor Úrsula Micaela Morata, una monja capuchina de Alicante que murió en 1703 y cuyo cuerpo también se ha mantenido incorrupto hasta hoy en día. David Luján, oyente del programa, compartirá también con nosotros una serie de historias sobre cuerpos incorruptos encontrados en Valencia, destacando, por ejemplo, la historia de San Vicente, cuyo brazo se conserva en la catedral. En "Caminando entre monstruos," Javier Resines nos presenta la película "Sasquatch Sunset", que sigue la vida de una familia de Sasquatch durante un año en el norte de California. También nos recomendará otros títulos relacionados con Bigfoot y el cine de criaturas criptozológicas. Y hoy diremos el ganador o ganadora del libro de Juanca Romero: “Animales insólitos y mágicos de Canarias”. Sed bienvenidos y bienvenidas. Podcast Academia de los Nocturnos Dirige: Félix Friaza Presentan: Félix Friaza y Juanca Romero Colaboran: Álvaro Anula y Javier Resines Locución: Laura Cárdenas y Ana Cárdenas Edición y diseño: Paco Cárdenas Si te gusta nuestro programa, suscríbete en Ivoox, comenta y dale a Me gusta a nuestros programas, tu respaldo nos motiva a seguir adelante y a mejorar. Y si los compartes, nos ayudarás a que los conozcan más personas. - Suscríbete a nuestro podcast aquí: https://go.ivoox.com/sq/1523888 - Añádenos a Whatsapp: (+34) 644 848 546 - Nuestro correo: academianocturnos@gmail.com - Síguenos en Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AcademiaDeLosNocturnos - Y en Twitter: https://twitter.com/adelosnocturnos - Las opiniones expresadas por los invitados son de su exclusiva responsabilidad y no necesariamente representan la opinión de la dirección del programa. Créditos de las músicas: -Sintonía: Scarborough Fair – Nox Arcana - “Helena's Lament” by Shane Ivers - https://www.silvermansound.com Music from Uppbeat (free for Creators!): - http://uppbeat.io/t/spinnin-tape/no-joyce License code: JUYLRAH7OVALM3LC - https://uppbeat.io/t/weary-pines/birth License code: GBN0YWDAIIVSDGYT -Música presentación invitados: https://uppbeat.io/t/ak/mystic-forests License code: ECTAWEVT9D0QNJJ5

Son días tan especiales, y por ello en el programa de esta noche hablaremos con Fede Padial sobre su viaje a Rumanía y la búsqueda de la leyenda del vampiro. Nos centraremos en Vlad Tepes, Drácula, explorando su historia real y su importancia para la identidad nacional rumana. Hablaremos también sobre leyendas y mitos locales, incluyendo los strigoi, el hombre lobo y los bosques encantados de Rumanía. Fede también compartirá experiencias personales y consejos para aquellos que deseen visitar el país. En “Enclaves de Leyenda” recordaremos, junto a Álvaro Anula, el cementerio medieval judío de Soria donde se encontraron esqueletos clavados con estacas, algo que alimenta el mito del vampiro y su presencia en la cultura popular. Para finalizar, Ana Schernbeck, oyente del programa, nos hablará sobre la tradición de las bodegas encantadas en el mundo del vino. Descubriremos cómo las historias de fantasmas, eventos extraños y leyendas se han tejido en la historia y el folklore de estas bodegas, a menudo con una base real en eventos históricos o accidentes, reforzando la fascinación por el misterio y la magia. Esperamos que os guste el programa que os hemos preparado esta semana. ¡Y os recordamos que seguimos sorteando libro! Sed bienvenidos y bienvenidas. Podcast Academia de los Nocturnos Dirige: Félix Friaza Presentan: Félix Friaza y Juanca Romero Colaboran: Álvaro Anula y Javier Resines Locución: Laura Cárdenas y Ana Cárdenas Edición y diseño: Paco Cárdenas Si te gusta nuestro programa, suscríbete en Ivoox, comenta y dale a Me gusta a nuestros programas, tu respaldo nos motiva a seguir adelante y a mejorar. Y si los compartes, nos ayudarás a que los conozcan más personas. - Suscríbete a nuestro podcast aquí: https://go.ivoox.com/sq/1523888 - Añádenos a Whatsapp: (+34) 644 848 546 - Nuestro correo: academianocturnos@gmail.com - Síguenos en Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AcademiaDeLosNocturnos - Y en Twitter: https://twitter.com/adelosnocturnos - Las opiniones expresadas por los invitados son de su exclusiva responsabilidad y no necesariamente representan la opinión de la dirección del programa. Créditos de las músicas: -Sintonía: Scarborough Fair – Nox Arcana - “Helena's Lament” by Shane Ivers - https://www.silvermansound.com Music from Uppbeat (free for Creators!): - http://uppbeat.io/t/spinnin-tape/no-joyce License code: JUYLRAH7OVALM3LC - https://uppbeat.io/t/weary-pines/birth License code: GBN0YWDAIIVSDGYT -Música presentación invitados: https://uppbeat.io/t/ak/mystic-forests License code: ECTAWEVT9D0QNJJ5

Esta semana centramos el capítulo en las leyendas y creencias populares de las Islas Canarias, explorando criaturas míticas y mágicas. Tibicenas, Chupacabras, Krakens, sirenas… Con Juanca Romero como guía, no te lo puedes perder. Además, tenemos sorpresa 😉 Y en la sección “Caminando entre monstruos”, exploraremos, junto a Javier Resines, la leyenda de "Es dimonió", una criatura mitad humano mitad pez que se dice habita la albufera de Mallorca. Sed bienvenidos y bienvenidas. Podcast Academia de los Nocturnos Dirige: Félix Friaza Presentan: Félix Friaza y Juanca Romero Colaboran: Álvaro Anula y Javier Resines Locución: Laura Cárdenas y Ana Cárdenas Edición y diseño: Paco Cárdenas Si te gusta nuestro programa, suscríbete en Ivoox, comenta y dale a Me gusta a nuestros programas, tu respaldo nos motiva a seguir adelante y a mejorar. Y si los compartes, nos ayudarás a que los conozcan más personas. - Suscríbete a nuestro podcast aquí: https://go.ivoox.com/sq/1523888 - Añádenos a Whatsapp: (+34) 644 848 546 - Nuestro correo: academianocturnos@gmail.com - Síguenos en Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AcademiaDeLosNocturnos - Y en Twitter: https://twitter.com/adelosnocturnos - Las opiniones expresadas por los invitados son de su exclusiva responsabilidad y no necesariamente representan la opinión de la dirección del programa. Créditos de las músicas: -Sintonía: Scarborough Fair – Nox Arcana - “Helena's Lament” by Shane Ivers - https://www.silvermansound.com Music from Uppbeat (free for Creators!): - http://uppbeat.io/t/spinnin-tape/no-joyce License code: JUYLRAH7OVALM3LC - https://uppbeat.io/t/weary-pines/birth License code: GBN0YWDAIIVSDGYT -Música presentación invitados: https://uppbeat.io/t/ak/mystic-forests License code: ECTAWEVT9D0QNJJ5

¡Vótame en los Premios iVoox 2024! Academia de los nocturnos 4x07 Esta semana exploramos la fascinante España paranormal entre 1950 y 1990 con nuestro invitado, Pedro Delgado Cavilla. Durante estas décadas, España vivió un auge en la aparición de casos inexplicables y sobrenaturales, marcados por avistamientos de ovnis, casas encantadas y figuras enigmáticas. Revisamos algunos de los casos de la época, en una conversación con Pedro, de nuevo, muy interesante. En la sección “Enclaves de Leyenda” Álvaro Anula nos hablará de la posibilidad de que existieran otros reyes visigodos después de Don Rodrigo, quienes habrían gobernado en la región de Septimania tras la conquista musulmana de la Península Ibérica. Sed bienvenidos y bienvenidas. Podcast Academia de los Nocturnos Dirige: Félix Friaza Presentan: Félix Friaza y Juanca Romero Colaboran: Álvaro Anula y Javier Resines Locución: Laura Cárdenas y Ana Cárdenas Edición y diseño: Paco Cárdenas Si te gusta nuestro programa, suscríbete en Ivoox, comenta y dale a Me gusta a nuestros programas, tu respaldo nos motiva a seguir adelante y a mejorar. Y si los compartes, nos ayudarás a que los conozcan más personas. - Suscríbete a nuestro podcast aquí: https://go.ivoox.com/sq/1523888 - Añádenos a Whatsapp: (+34) 644 848 546 - Nuestro correo: academianocturnos@gmail.com - Síguenos en Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AcademiaDeLosNocturnos - Y en Twitter: https://twitter.com/adelosnocturnos - Las opiniones expresadas por los invitados son de su exclusiva responsabilidad y no necesariamente representan la opinión de la dirección del programa. Créditos de las músicas: -Sintonía: Scarborough Fair – Nox Arcana - “Helena's Lament” by Shane Ivers - https://www.silvermansound.com Music from Uppbeat (free for Creators!): - http://uppbeat.io/t/spinnin-tape/no-joyce License code: JUYLRAH7OVALM3LC - https://uppbeat.io/t/weary-pines/birth License code: GBN0YWDAIIVSDGYT -Música presentación invitados: https://uppbeat.io/t/ak/mystic-forests License code: ECTAWEVT9D0QNJJ5

¡Vótame en los Premios iVoox 2024! Academia de los nocturnos 4x06 Esta semana nos adentramos en la enigmática figura de los gigantes, presentes en las leyendas y mitos de todo el mundo. Hablaremos de sus representaciones en diferentes culturas y el simbolismo que se les ha atribuido a lo largo del tiempo. Contamos para ello con tres gigantes de la divulgación: Francisco Javier Torrent, Álvaro Anula y Javier Resines. Y conoceremos el nombre del ganador o ganadora del libro que sorteamos. Sed bienvenidos y bienvenidas. Podcast Academia de los Nocturnos Dirige: Félix Friaza Presentan: Félix Friaza y Juanca Romero Colaboran: Álvaro Anula y Javier Resines Locución: Laura Cárdenas y Ana Cárdenas Edición y diseño: Paco Cárdenas Si te gusta nuestro programa, suscríbete en Ivoox, comenta y dale a Me gusta a nuestros programas, tu respaldo nos motiva a seguir adelante y a mejorar. Y si los compartes, nos ayudarás a que los conozcan más personas. - Suscríbete a nuestro podcast aquí: https://go.ivoox.com/sq/1523888 - Añádenos a Whatsapp: (+34) 644 848 546 - Nuestro correo: academianocturnos@gmail.com - Síguenos en Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AcademiaDeLosNocturnos - Y en Twitter: https://twitter.com/adelosnocturnos - Las opiniones expresadas por los invitados son de su exclusiva responsabilidad y no necesariamente representan la opinión de la dirección del programa. Créditos de las músicas: -Sintonía: Scarborough Fair – Nox Arcana - “Helena's Lament” by Shane Ivers - https://www.silvermansound.com Music from Uppbeat (free for Creators!): - http://uppbeat.io/t/spinnin-tape/no-joyce License code: JUYLRAH7OVALM3LC - https://uppbeat.io/t/weary-pines/birth License code: GBN0YWDAIIVSDGYT -Música presentación invitados: https://uppbeat.io/t/ak/mystic-forests License code: ECTAWEVT9D0QNJJ5

Academia de los nocturnos 4x05 Esta noche nos adentramos en el fascinante mundo del chamanismo, una práctica espiritual ancestral presente en diversas culturas alrededor del mundo. Para ello contaremos con la visita de Fede Padial, viajero e investigador, quien nos hablará de estos chamanes, intermediarios entre el mundo físico y el espiritual. Y de nuevo nos visita esta semana Javier Resines con su “Caminando entre monstruos”. En esta entrega, nos hablará de “Essers de frontera del Sud”. Sed bienvenidos y bienvenidas. Podcast Academia de los Nocturnos Dirige: Félix Friaza Presentan: Félix Friaza y Juanca Romero Colaboran: Álvaro Anula y Javier Resines Locución: Laura Cárdenas y Ana Cárdenas Edición y diseño: Paco Cárdenas Si te gusta nuestro programa, suscríbete en Ivoox, comenta y dale a Me gusta a nuestros programas, tu respaldo nos motiva a seguir adelante y a mejorar. Y si los compartes, nos ayudarás a que los conozcan más personas. - Suscríbete a nuestro podcast aquí: https://go.ivoox.com/sq/1523888 - Añádenos a Whatsapp: (+34) 644 848 546 - Nuestro correo: academianocturnos@gmail.com - Síguenos en Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AcademiaDeLosNocturnos - Y en Twitter: https://twitter.com/adelosnocturnos - Las opiniones expresadas por los invitados son de su exclusiva responsabilidad y no necesariamente representan la opinión de la dirección del programa. Créditos de las músicas: -Sintonía: Scarborough Fair – Nox Arcana - “Helena's Lament” by Shane Ivers - https://www.silvermansound.com Music from Uppbeat (free for Creators!): - http://uppbeat.io/t/spinnin-tape/no-joyce License code: JUYLRAH7OVALM3LC - https://uppbeat.io/t/weary-pines/birth License code: GBN0YWDAIIVSDGYT -Música presentación invitados: https://uppbeat.io/t/ak/mystic-forests License code: ECTAWEVT9D0QNJJ5

This is the fourth episode for my segment “Ask Jewells Anything About Iceland”. Thank you to everyone who sent in questions. If you would like to submit a question, please use this link.You can check out previous episodes on Ask Jewells Anything About Iceland here.If you have questions that are specifically for an upcoming trip and getting the answer is time-sensitive, feel free to book a one-hour private video trip planning call with me. 1. Anne C. said: "Have you been to Faroe Islands? Is it an easy enough day trip or overnight or weekend from Iceland? What are logistics and approx costs/fees associated? Best time of year?" Flights from Reykjavik, Edinburgh, and Oslo to the Faroe Islands with Atlantic Airways are only one hour long,The Faroe Islands can also be reached by ferry from Iceland and Denmark. Slow travel at its best! This service is operated by a Faroese company, Smyril Line.Icelandair flights are currently 5-6 times a week from May to October. The price starts at $206 if departing from ReykjavíkCheck out Visit Faroe Islands for more information. 2. Michael F. said: "We are returning to Iceland for the 2nd time in September. Our flight gets in early and we saw some hotels close to the airport offer a nap-n-go option. We were hoping to catch a nap before driving to Hveragerdi. Is this something you would recommend?" I think the Nap and Go program is a great option to get some rest before heading out on the road. It seems that you need to contact the hotels for the room rates because they are not on their websites. 3. Scott H. said: "What is it like taking a car on a ferry? To visit the Westman Islands. We are staying overnight there and I would like to have my luggage and other things with us while we are there." Taking the ferry to the Westman Islands has been a very positive experience for me. I think the best route is when you depart from Landeyjahöfn on mainland Iceland and going to Heimaey. You can book you car as part of your ferry ticket, which makes getting around the island even easier. 4. Ana C. said: "Hi Jewells! How was it for you experiencing winter time in Iceland for the first years? Was it too hard? What was the most difficult part? Do people there change habbits to enjoy the little daylight they can while working for instance (like longer lunch breaks)? What changes in the daily life ? Ended up being a lot of questions ;-) Takk! I talk a lot about the coping mechanisms I have used to thrive, and not just survive, winter in Iceland in this video. 5. Ana C. said: "What is the most difficult part for you about learning Icelandic? Vocabulary itself, conjugation, verbs? " Icelandic has several things that make it difficult. Pronunciation, declensions, conjugations, and some exceptions to rules can trip anyone up. This includes Icelanders. I think my avoidance of saying something wrong due to the four cases in which words can decline or conjugating verbs was more of an issue than saying words properly.For many language learners that have an accent when they speak Icelandic, that can be a deterrent in having Icelanders understanding what you are saying because most Icelanders are not accustomed to hearing an accent when they speak Icelandic. 6. Madeline M said: "This isn't exactly about Iceland, but...can you give us the backstory of your theme music?" The selection of my theme song was based on me wanting to play music that gave you the vibe of taking a road trip or feeling nostalgic.It would have been nice to have a local Icelandic band create the sound but I was DIYing everything so there was not a lot of money to put into this. After many hours of checking out music on a royalty free music site, I knew I had found the right song. 7. Shelley D. said: Do you have resources for lodging in Iceland? Yes, I have many lodging recommendations on My Iceland Map. 8. Christine said: "Thank you for all the great advice and inspiration!