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Welcome back to Another Week in the Books! In this pivotal chapter, Spike Lou and Rich reflect on the honest feedback received from Chapter XXVIII—and why this moment marks a critical turning point for both their podcasting journey and the future of Another Week in the Books. The duo gets candid about how they processed the reactions, the lessons they're learning, and the steps they're taking to make lasting, meaningful changes. As always, we appreciate your continued support. If you're rocking with us, make sure to subscribe, comment, like, and share. Let's get better this week! Contact Us: 470-318-5034 E-mail: awitb2022@gmail.com Instagram: @anotherweekinthebooks                     @iamspikelou                     @krich513 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Welcome back to Another Week in the Books! In this pivotal episode of Book II, Spike Lou and Rich are joined by special guest King Bookworm, Dro, for a candid conversation about the show's evolution and future. With additional insight from Mo and Phil, the team dives deep into the significance of the podcast, the community around it, and why keeping the momentum going is essential. Echoing the spirit of the iconic “Homework” episode from Book I, this feels like a true turning point. The crew also explores ways to tighten the format and deliver an even more impactful experience week after week. Your feedback means everything—subscribe, comment, like, and share as we continue to grow together. Let's get better this week! Contact Us: 470-318-5034 E-mail: awitb2022@gmail.com Instagram: @anotherweekinthebooks                     @iamspikelou                     @krich513                     Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Welcome back to Another Week in the Books! It's the first Friday of the month, and that means Spike Lou and Rich are joined by Portia Renee for another edition of their First Friday series. The crew kicks things off by wishing Portia an early Happy Birthday before diving into Shedeur Sanders' surprising draft stock plummet—and what it says about the NFL. From there, they break down the viral prank call to Sanders that cost a Falcons assistant coach $100K, sparking a thought-provoking discussion on unconditional love and the price you'd be willing to pay for your kid's mistake. To wrap things up, the trio turns their attention to the state of hip hop. Is the era of rap megastars over, or is the next big icon just around the corner? Plus, a sneak peek at next week's episode on whether Book II is living up to the expectations set by Book I for the Bookworms. Hit that subscribe button, drop a comment, and share with your crew. Let's get better this week! Contact Us: 470-318-5034 E-mail: awitb2022@gmail.com Instagram: @anotherweekinthebooks                     @iamspikelou                     @krich513                     @thefrequencypodcast2 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Toshia finds herself in a predicament. By BradentonLarry – Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. NOTE: The events of this series (as a whole) follow immediately after Lost in Eros Book 1: The Manor. It is strongly suggested to complete that book first. Chapter 1 Toshia strained against the cords that held her fast. Her arms and legs were stretched out against an X-shaped cross, tied securely at the wrists and ankles. The muscles in her thin, strong arms and her bare legs pulled and struggled as her lithe, naked torso twisted against the cross. She had been trying to pull herself loose for what must be an hour now, and was convinced there was no actual hope that she would free herself. Only fierce stubbornness drove her to struggle again and again. At first, her captors had been gathered around Toshia, laughing at her as she fought futilely against her restraints. They had pinched and fondled her naked body, not as if they were trying to arouse her, but out of amusement at her defiant helplessness. They had squeezed and twisted her nipples, not playfully but cruelly, until tears were rolling down her cheeks. Hands had crushed her breasts roughly and slapped her face and thighs until her skin was burning and bright pink. Rude, unloving fingers had been shoved into her pussy, without intending to excite her, only to violate her. It was infuriating to her that her body had responded to this intrusion with grasping, hungry wetness. Although her mind was rebelling against her situation, and the rest of her body was being so badly mistreated, her vagina – and the damned XYZ in her veins – was ready for sex. Toshia didn't give in, though, and wouldn't. That had been the problem. Toshia wouldn't play along, so they tied her up and put her on display in the middle of this broken down old castle. They had good fun with that, hauling the kicking and fighting naked young woman off and holding her down on the cross while they bound her and then raised the framework to fit into its base. Toshia particularly remembered one of her tormentors, a big redhead with freckles over her cheeks and nose, who laughed in Toshia's face and then licked her cheek with a broad, wet tongue. After a while though, they got tired of abusing her and wandered off to find other things to do. Now and then someone would pass her by. Sometimes they would prod, pinch or fondle her body, but more and more they would just walk by, laughing. At first she had been happy to realize she'd been taken by the warrior women. Given her previous experience in Eros, Toshia expected to find herself in a Sapphic harem, surrounded by playful, horny women. After what she'd gone through, particularly since being separated from Don and the girls, the thought of some girl-on-girl action was quite welcome indeed! As soon as she was dumped out into the courtyard of the castle and looked around, though, Toshia realized this wasn't going to be any nice little harem situation. The stones of the courtyard were rough and cold on her bare skin. The women who stood around her were anything but welcoming. They looked down at her with various expressions of contempt and amusement. Each of these warriors was clearly very strong, with well-defined muscles on her arms, legs and abdomen. Odd pieces of armor were combined with tattered garments to barely clothe their athletic bodies. Each one held a weapon of some kind, mostly spears. "She's a scrawny one," said one of the women with a sneer. "No tits to speak of," said another derisively. Toshia was crouching there in front of them, trying to cover her nudity for the first time since she and Don had awoken in the Manor. "I'll bet she didn't put up any fight," one of the women scowled with distaste. "What about it, little pup? Did you put up any fight or did you just let them fuck you until they were done with you?" Toshia had twisted to get a look at the woman who had asked her those questions. She saw a tall woman with long jet-black hair and icy blue eyes looking down at her. The woman's expression gave the impression that she smelled something particularly rank. Toshia tried to think of what to say, but was distracted when she felt the butt of a spear shoved under her behind, and a voice saying, "I'll bet they screwed her ass too." The blue-eyed woman kept watching Toshia, as the woman behind her shoved the spear harder, pushing Toshia up to a kneeling position. Another woman asked, "Well, what is it, girl, did the goats fuck your ass?" "She's blushing," laughed one of them. "I'll bet she liked getting fucked in the ass by the goats." The blue-eyed woman smiled wryly and said, "As if you don't like a good ass-fucking, Wanda." "Well, yeah, but not from a goat!" Wanda protested. They all laughed at this, but Toshia didn't feel any more comfortable. The woman with the black hair and blue eyes was still looking down at her contemptuously. "What are we going to do with the scrawny little bitch, then," one of the women asked. "Give her to the men?" "It doesn't look like she can fight, so what else is she good for? She's too skinny to be any fun." "I don't know," said the blue-eyed woman haughtily. She reached out and caught Toshia's chin in a strong grip. She turned Toshia's head to the right and left, looking at her face coldly. "She's kind of cute." Cute!? Toshia suddenly realized how incredibly pissed she was. Things hadn't been going exactly well for days but she'd put up with it, thinking that Don and the others would turn up and get her out of this mess. Toshia was nothing if not a good sport; she hadn't actually been hurt and she'd managed to have fun in the process, but somehow a line had been crossed. This bunch of obnoxious women was too much to put up with nicely. A simmering rage welled up in Toshia's breast. The cold woman in front of her seemed to see the fury in Toshia's eyes. She smiled cruelly and said, "What do you say, little pup, will you be a good little pet for me?" "Fuck you!" Toshia spat. The smack came from somewhere off to the right and batted Toshia's head to the left. A spear shaft came down hard across her bare back, stinging like fire and knocking her forward onto her hands and knees. "Show respect, you skinny bitch!" said an angry voice. Toshia glowered at the gray stone in front of her, thinking furiously,I'll be damned if I'm going to be anyone's fucking cute little pet! Then she saw a sandaled foot extended under her face. It moved upward and Toshia lifted her head to avoid making contact. "There, there," said the blue-eyed woman. "I'm sure she'll behave now that she understands that she'll be punished if she doesn't. Right, little pup?" Toshia glared up at the woman and said nothing. "She's a wild one," a blonde woman with braids on both sides of her head, and who looked more than a little like a valkyrie to Toshia, said cheerfully. "Better watch yourself, Daphne." The blue-eyed woman, Daphne, sneered coldly and said, "Don't be ridiculous, Brigit. She'll be a good little pet for me, won't you, pup? Show the girls you'll play nice and kiss my foot." Toshia was keenly aware of the fact that she was surrounded by a gang of big bullies with sticks and worse, but she was past caring. She pushed herself up so that she was kneeling on her haunches and said, "I'll tell you what, I'll kiss your foot right after you kiss my ass." The blonde, Brigit, thought this was very funny, and Toshia thought some of the others laughed a little too, but again she was smacked – this time so hard that she tasted blood. Daphne, who wasn't laughing at all, then said, "It looks like the pup needs to be house-broken, ladies. Let's see how she likes being tied to the cross." So, Toshia was woman-handled until and after she was tied up and put on display in the middle of what seemed to be an ancient, decrepit hall. Fortunately, the women had tired of tormenting her, but they made no move to release her. Toshia pulled again, straining all the muscles in her lithe body against the bonds restraining her left wrist, trying to pull her hand through. She felt the wood of the cross against her back and butt. It seemed as if she would pull her hand off the end of her arm, or at the very least dislocate her shoulder, but nothing gave. She sagged, breathless, against the big X, hanging from her restraints. Toshia resigned herself to waiting until they untied her. In the meantime, she thought back to her adventures since she and Don had come to Eros, both in the Manor and since that day, about a week ago, when they had left the Manor and headed out into the forest. She knew reliving some of those events would make her horny, in spite of her situation, but thoughts of her life before coming to Eros would only depress her further. In any case, there was little doubt that the XYZ would have her horny soon anyway. Chapter 2 The Rite: centaurs & witches & crones (oh my!) Right after leaving the Manor Don found himself in strange company. It wasn't the fact that he was accompanied by four sexy women (each of whom he had slept with, sometimes with the active assistance of the others), including the love of his life and best friend Toshia. Nor was it the fact that two of those women had no memory beyond when they had awakened here in this strange place. Rather it was the presence of the amiable centaur, Ralph, who made the situation so surreal. They had gathered around Ralph in the shade of the first trees on the edge of the lawn spread out in front of the Manor. "Well, we call this the forest," Ralph answered Toshia's question. "No," she insisted, "what do you call everything -- the place where the forest is?" "The world? Oh, you mean Eros," Ralph laughed. "People call the world Eros sometimes." "Naturally," Don shrugged, smiling across to Toshia. "OK," Toshia tried to resume her explanation, "Don, Nicole and I aren't from Eros. We come from a place called Earth, and we would like to get home." Ralph frowned and scratched under his long, dark beard. His equine tail swished a bit too. Then, he said, "I can't say that I've ever heard of this 'Earth' place, and I've traveled extensively throughout the world -- Eros. Oh, would you mind scratching right there, dear?" Amy, who had utterly failed to resist the urge to caress Ralph's strong flanks, obliged him by scratching at his brown hindquarter where her hand had been. "Well," Don tried, "if you wanted to find a way to Earth, is there someone you would ask for help?" "Hmm," Ralph said as his forehead creased with his thought. "I suppose the first place one could try is the Witches of the Glen. Perhaps they could summon the Crone. She is very wise. If anyone knows anything about this 'Earth' it's likely to be... That's very distracting, my dear." "It certainly is!" Shelonda said. She had knelt down next to Ralph and was caressing his prodigious sex organ, which was, naturally enough, responding to the attention. Don wondered if the native fauna responded to the XYZ in the same way the human transplants did. He apologized to Ralph, saying, "I'm sorry. My friends have never encountered one of your kind." "I appreciate that," Ralph said. "It's just that it's been a while since I've been with a mare." "There aren't many centaurs around?" Don asked. "No... not too many..." By now Amy and Nicole had joined Shelonda in caressing and stroking Ralph's large phallus. Toshia was watching them with an expression that seemed a violent mixture of curiosity, shock and titillation. Don almost laughed at her reddening face. He saw that Amy was now kneeling on the ground with both her hands on the column of horse flesh pointing at her face, pumping her hands back and forth on it. Meanwhile, Shelonda and Nicole were similarly stroking Ralph's cock. Don thought it was fortunate for everyone concerned that they hadn't come across an actual horse. "Oh my!" Ralph breathed. Then a deluge of white cum erupted from him, virtually covering Amy's face and front. Pearly droplets splattered everywhere. Shelonda was able to say "Wow!" in the moment before a second bucket full of cum shot out of Ralph and onto Amy's face, and then there was a third much smaller one, followed by a stream that drizzled out. Nicole reached out and caught some of this in her cupped palm, and brought it up to her mouth, only to pronounce it "Yummy!" The girls on the ground proceeded to giggle and laugh as they scooped centaur cum off Amy and slurped it down. Toshia watched this for a moment, until she saw Don watching her with amusement, and then said, "Oh, what the hell?" and got down to join in the fun. "I hope that wasn't too rude of them," Don said to Ralph. "Oh, no -- not at all!" Ralph laughed. "It was a bit kinky, you know. I've never been pleasured by such tiny females, but I'm certainly not complaining." "Well, good," Don smiled. "Now, I was wondering if you could help us find these Witches of the Glen that you mentioned." Once the women managed to finish playing with Ralph's cum and to clean Amy up a bit, the centaur led them through the forest at a pretty brisk pace. Don was happy that he was a good hiker. The women took turns getting rides on Ralph's back, and took the opportunity to bring themselves to loud orgasms along the way. At first Toshia seemed shocked by the fact that Amy and then Shelonda were so openly grinding themselves against Ralph's spine and then so obviously coming, but, after Nicole took her turn, Toshia climbed up and enjoyed the ride for all it was worth. Don watched her bowing her head against Ralph's shoulder blades as she gasped and sighed with her orgasm, and smiled to himself. It was good to see her enjoying herself so thoroughly. For his part, Ralph said he was happy to return the favor done him as much as possible. Amy, however, insisted that she was unconvinced that there wasn't some further way in which Ralph could be of service to the ladies. Don found himself a bit happy when they came upon the glade they were seeking before Amy could put any of her ideas to the test. He sensed that Ralph was a bit relieved too. They were on a cleared hilltop high over the rest of the forest, sloping dark green all around them. The sun was sinking toward the horizon. In the center of the glade were a large stone altar and a large arrangement of wood, ready to become a bonfire. Off to the side, against the tree line, was a large tent of crimson cloth. Ralph led them toward this tent. Before they got there, though, or even called out, a flap was tossed aside and a beautiful woman in a dark red robe stepped out and said, "Hello, and welcome." She had a thick mane of yellow and gold hair falling to her shoulders in an unruly tumult. She looked the party over with eyes of light blue-gray and a knowing smile. "My name is Cassandra, how may we help you?" "Hello Cassandra, I'm Don, and this is Toshia, Nicole, Shelonda, Amy and Ralph." "It's good to see you again, Ralph," Cassandra smiled. Her voice was musical, friendly and confident -- in short, extremely sexy. "Thank you for guiding our new friends here." "It was an honor, mistress," Ralph bowed. "More than that," she winked, "judging from the smell of things." "An honor and a pleasure," he smiled back at her. "I am glad," she nodded. Then, turning to Don, she asked, "How may we help you, Don?" "Toshia, Nicole and I seek a way to leave Eros and return to our home, Earth," Don explained. "Ralph suggested that you could help us find someone who could tell us how to do that." "The Crone," Ralph added. "Ah, yes," Cassandra nodded, taking all of this in with apparent simple acceptance. "I see. We could perform the summoning rite, though you will have to help. We will need a fresh offering for the guardian of the portal, and then there will be a price to be paid to the Crone as well." "What sort of offering and price?" Toshia asked. She had dismounted from Ralph's back and stood next to Don. "Oh nothing quite so dire as you might imagine," Cassandra smiled enigmatically. "Any of you young ladies will do, though I suggest you or Nicole would be most fitting." "Fine," Toshia said firmly, "as long as it's nothing life-threatening, I'll do it." "Wonderful," Cassandra nodded. "And you, Don, will have to pay the Crone's price. Surely you will be as brave as your companion." "Of course," Don nodded, very much conscious of the fact that he was nowhere near as sure of himself as Toshia seemed to be. Cassandra smiled at them both and then turned to the tent behind her and called, "Come on everyone, we have to get ready to summon the Crone!" There were excited exclamations from the tent, followed by a dozen men and women all wearing robes just like Cassandra's. They busied themselves immediately around the firewood and the altar. Don would have paid more attention to what they were doing, but Ralph took this moment to say, "Well, I will leave you in Cassandra's capable hands, then." "You won't stay to see what the Crone says?" Don asked. "No," Ralph shook his head. "I want to find myself a mare as soon as possible, and, to be honest, these magical rites are a bit too intense for me." "Are we safe here?" Don asked in a hushed voice. "Oh, yes!" Ralph laughed. "Cassandra's a sweet, kind person. She won't let any harm come to you, but ... well, it's just going to be intense, that's all. It all gives me the willies. Anyway, good luck!" The girls all bid Ralph goodbye, and then he trotted off into the forest, which was already quite dark in the dusk. "Please, Toshia, come with me," Cassandra said. While they went into the tent, a pair of red-robed women came up to Nicole and Shelonda and led them off toward the fire area. A tall young man approached Don and said, "Sir, if you will accompany me." Don followed the man to a wooden chair that had been set off to the side, with a clear view of the altar without actually being close to it. The young man said, "During the rite, you will sit here until the Crone summons you. Do not participate in the ritual at all until that time. It is very important that you save yourself for the Crone. If you do not, she will know and be displeased." "Okay," Don nodded. "Sit in the chair and don't have any fun -- got it." "Oh, and remove your clothing." "Um, all right," Don said. After disrobing and putting his few items of clothing, and his staff, on the ground next to the chair, Don sat down and tried to make himself comfortable, watching the robed witches go about their preparations. He wasn't surprised to note that everyone in what he was thinking of as the coven was in good shape, even though they seemed to represent a spectrum of different ages, from quite young -- like Nicole or Shelonda -- to as old as in their sixties, if Don was any judge of such things. Knowing what he now knew about Eros, though, Don realized that each of these people could be much older than their appearance would indicate, thanks to the rejuvenating powers of the XYZ they drank as water. After the sun set Don was left alone in the clearing, as the others all disappeared into the big tent. Eventually, the group came out in a solemn procession -- one by one -- with Cassandra in the lead. Toshia came second and was wearing a white robe. The entire group made a circle around the pile of firewood, and most of them began to sing some sort of hymn the words of which Don couldn't make out. This went on for several minutes, until, abruptly, Cassandra raised her hands high over her head, and the wood in front of her burst into flame. Well, that was certainly a neat trick, Don thought to himself. He caught himself, though, and tried to make a point of not being quite so skeptical as usual. After all, we're trying to play along with this world's rules here. Maybe things won't work if I've got the wrong attitude. The witches had stopped singing now, and Cassandra took Toshia by the hand and walked her over to stand with her back to the stone altar; the other witches, along with Nicole, Shelonda and Amy, closed the gap in the circle. Facing Toshia, Cassandra raised her arms, with her palms up to the sky, and called out, "O wise mother who guides us and watches over us, we beseech thee to join us this night that the travelers among us may share in the gift of your knowledge and beauty." The witches around the bonfire repeated Cassandra's words, and four of the men lit torches in the fire and placed them in holes Don hadn't noticed before. These torches were positioned about a meter from each corner of the altar. When the men returned to the circle, Cassandra reached out to caress Toshia's face lovingly. She called out, "O guardian of the portal, we offer you this supplicant who comes seeking knowledge and will give you that which you most desire." Then, Cassandra untied the simple knot at the base of Toshia's throat that held the white robe closed. Toshia shrugged the robe off her shoulders and stood there naked in the firelight. If she was frightened or anxious Don could not see it in her expression or posture. Instead, she stood proudly, with her shoulders back and head high. To Don it seemed that it was Toshia, not Cassandra, who was the high priestess of this affair. As the witches around the fire began a low chant, Cassandra took Toshia by the hand and led her to the foot of the altar, and up a set of steps Don hadn't seen earlier. Toshia gently knelt down on the altar and then turned around and lied down upon her back on the cold stone. Don was fascinated to see her bare, pale flesh in the flickering orange and yellow light. He experienced a strong desire to go to the altar then and ravish Toshia even if it did mess up the rite. Instead, he forced himself to sit still in his wooden chair, and kept watching intently. Cassandra moved around to the opposite side of the altar, away from the bonfire, and produced a large pitcher that seemed to be made of clay. The witch proceeded to pour water over Toshia's naked body. From the sharp gasp and sudden tightening of her muscles, Don could tell Toshia had not expected this, but she lay still on the altar. When she'd emptied the pitcher over Toshia, Cassandra set the pitcher out of the way on the ground somewhere behind the altar, and then leaned over the naked, wet offering and kissed her on the lips. Cassandra came around the altar and joined the circle of chanting witches. Once she was there, the group slowly began to move around the fire. The chanting became a bit more rhythmic, and the witches started to move almost as if they were dancing. One by one, each of the participants broke away from the circle to approach the altar and kiss Toshia on the lips. When they had kissed her, each one dropped his or her robe to the ground in front of the altar before returning to the circle. Nicole, Shelonda and Amy each took their turn in this kissing and disrobing ritual, as if they had done this kind of thing many times. As this went on, with an increasing number of naked chanting, dancing celebrants, the rhythm and pace of the chant very slowly rose. The dancers were now holding hands or had their arms around each other's waists. Finally, only Cassandra still wore her robe, so she returned to the altar, kissed Toshia again and exposed her own naked body to the fire-lit night. This seemed to be a signal to the others, for the chanting shifted to a much more rhythmic cant, and Don swore there were now deep, distant drums keeping the beat. As soon as Cassandra returned to the circle, the dancing around the fire became more playful. Now sweaty bodies glistened in the orangey light. Don saw Amy moving along between two men, in each hand a stiff cock, while their hands groped her body. Shelonda passed by with a lovely young woman trying to get her mouth on Shelonda's beautiful heaving bosom. Nicole had allowed a man to catch her from behind and the two of them managed to move around the circle while he kissed the back of her neck and reached around to run his hands over her front. Cassandra danced past with the wanton sensuality of a belly dancer and a certain regal bearing, somehow both reveling in the energy of the rite and aloof from the playfulness rapidly spreading around the circle. The air seemed to be throbbing with the rhythm of the ritual chant, and the heat of the fire and rising eroticism flooded the night. Don looked over to the altar and saw that Toshia had begun to writhe on the stone. Her hands moved over her upper body and her legs rubbed against each other as she felt the aura of lust pulsing from the fire and the dancers. Don watched as she moved her left hand down between her legs, and he had little doubt what she was doing there. As for himself, Don's cock was lying thick on his thigh, growing harder as the rite progressed. Looking back to the fire, Don saw that the dancing had now stopped, though the chanting and the unseen drums continued on. The witches and company were giving in to their desires. Nearby, backlit by the fire, Nicole, had fallen to her hands and knees, and the man who had been following her so closely was now even closer -- fucking her from behind. Don was unsurprised to see that Amy was kneeling between her two men sucking one cock while stroking the other, and then switching. He couldn't see Shelonda, but figured she must be on the other side of the fire. He could see Cassandra, though, straddling a muscular young man, her head thrown back and her breasts thrust up in the night air as she rode him. When he turned his attention back to the altar, Don was surprised to see that a strange dark figure was standing there at Toshia's feet. Don almost sprang from his chair, but somehow managed to remember what he had been told, and resolved to sit still and wait. The figure, which Don presumed must be the guardian of the portal, was hard to discern at first, only a darker shadow in the night, but as Don concentrated it resolved into a tall, distinctly masculine form. Don was sure the shadowy "man" had long horns springing out of its forehead and sweeping back over its head. Toshia didn't seem to notice the creature's presence until it reached out to touch her ankle; the jet black hand seemed more like a talon at first, but then just a hand with long fingers. Toshia looked down to see the figure at her feet, but didn't seem frightened or even surprised. Don could see that she said something, but if there was any reply he could not tell -- he couldn't make out any features of the guardian's face, though he had the distinct impression that there were two fiery eyes of dark red in the shadows. Toshia parted her legs for the darkness and Don watched the claw-like hands moving over her relatively pale skin. As the shadow rose up and lowered itself over her, Toshia's hands left her own body and reached out for the dark shape. Her back arched as the shadows enveloped her. Don found it hard to focus on what was going on atop the altar. At one moment he saw Toshia with her head thrown back and a black creature with its mouth on her neck, and the next there was an almost billowing shadow enveloping her. Then there was a glimpse of her thighs and butt as they flexed while she was fucking the shadow enthusiastically. Her torso strained and tensed, and a mouth with sharp teeth was on her white breast. And then darkness swirled around her. Don was aware that all around the fire the orgy had become general, even though the chanting and the sound of drums went on. He knew that Nicole was now on her back while a new man was between her legs, thrusting with nearly crazed lust. He knew that Amy was being fucked from behind while she took a cock in her mouth. He knew that Cassandra was passionately kissing one of her female subordinates, while another suckled at her tits and reached down to play with her, all while still riding her initial partner. Don could feel his untouched cock, straining painfully in its excited, engorged state. However, he could not seem to look away from the altar. Though he couldn't hear anything but chanting, drums and the moaning of the witches, he was sure Toshia was crying out in a long, hard orgasm. He could tell the shadowy creature on top of her was not finished, though. "No," said a voice next to him, "he will not be finished anytime soon. His need is ... special." Don looked up to see a woman with long white hair swept away from her face and down her back. She was watching the altar with a smile on her thin, red lips. Her dark eyes sparkled in the firelight as she went on, saying, "His phallus is so very hard, like a thing of steel wrapped in a tight sheath of leather. Not as big as one might imagine, but so, so hard, almost painful to touch, until it fills you and you feel his need becoming your own." She was thin, but tautly muscular, and stood confidently and comfortably next to Don. She wore a black sleeveless shift, bound around her narrow waist with a silver cord. "What is his need?" Don finally managed to ask. Her features were sharp and aristocratic, but her smile was friendly as she looked down at him and said, "Sex, obviously, but not like you or them, or her. The guardian feeds off the carnal pleasure of others, particularly the woman with whom he is engaged -- but especially if she's new to him. The energy he draws from her orgasm makes it possible for me to come to you. He will couple with her as long as she can take it, drawing sustenance from her orgasms, and the lust of the others. He does not couple for release, though, but for the reverse. If he comes, which is quite rare, it will be a fiery jet of liquid ecstasy filling up her body -- every fiber." "A fiery jet?" She looked down at him again and smiled warmly, "Don't fear; I was being poetic." Don smiled back, "And your need?" She held out her hand, and Don took it and brought it to his lips, kissing her palm. She laughed and said, "Come with me, Don." A Covin of Witches Desire Toshia. Don stood and moved around his chair, following the white haired woman toward the large red tent. He stole one more glance over his shoulder and saw that Toshia had been pulled to the foot of the altar; her legs were wrapped around the column of deep shadow that stood over her there, her hands were on her breasts and her head lolled to the side with eyes tightly closed. Don imagined that the guardian of the portal was fucking her vigorously with his steely cock. He looked back to the woman leading him, who was looking back at him with an amused smile. Don said, "I didn't see a portal." "The portal is somewhat metaphorical. Cassandra called to me and the guardian, the guardian came, then Toshia came in the other sense, which made it possible for me to come to you." "So he's really not a guardian, but more of a conductor." She laughed as she drew aside the flap of the tent and pulled him inside. "Yes, that is perhaps a more apt description." The tent was lit by a number of candles, and was sumptuously appointed with large, soft carpets and many pillows. "And you are hardly what I would call a 'crone'," Don smiled, admiring the cool beauty of her face and the lithe sexuality of her form. "It's a title, not a description," she answered as she untied the silver cord cinching her gown about her narrow waist. "However, if you would prefer a different appearance..." She changed abruptly into an ancient, toothless hag, straight out of a stereotypical fairy-tale, or Macbeth. She laughed harshly and said, "Perhaps not, though. What about this? Something more befitting the images conjured up in your mind by the rite you witnessed so patiently." She was now a pale woman in a white nightgown. Thick dark hair fell in a tumult down around her shoulders. Her eyes were dark and glowing with a feral lust. Her full lips parted to show long, sharp canines, and were red with blood -- blood that covered her chin and had splattered all over her generous cleavage. Don immediately recalled his fevered teenage fantasies and felt his cock strain despite the obvious danger of the situation. "Or maybe you would prefer I took the appearance of someone more familiar," she said with Toshia's mouth. Don watched as Toshia shrugged out of the black shift the Crone was wearing, to reveal the slim body he had lately come to know so well. Don was both taken aback by these sudden transformations and now completely convinced that there was more to all of the evening's events that clever tricks. He swallowed and managed to say, "No, your original appearance was more than satisfactory." "Ah, thank you," she smiled, and stood before him as she was before, though now naked. Her breasts were not large, but firm for a woman of her apparent age, and the rest of her body was obviously fit and trim. She reached out to take his hand again and drew him to her. As Don's arms slipped around her unusually cool body, her hand took his straining cock in a strong grip. When their lips met and his tongue slipped into her mouth, Don found himself suddenly remembering his first kiss with remarkable clarity. Then he was reliving the moment he lost his virginity (in the basement of his teenage home), the time he had had sex with his girlfriend while another couple were doing it only feet away (in a cheap motel), the time he had slept with a certifiably unhinged woman who was also a completely uninhibited wildcat in bed, the first and second of the threesomes he had enjoyed, and every other memorable sexual moment from his life before the Manor. The memories flooded through his mind in vivid detail, as the Crone kissed him passionately, sucking on his tongue and stroking his cock in her tight grasp. He felt himself being pulled down to the sea of soft pillows as scenes from his time in the Manor played out in his mind. He remembered waking up next to Toshia in that strange bedroom, the wild, unexpected encounter with the Nymphets (including the first time he'd seen Toshia come), the sexual escapades involved in that dodge ball game (including seeing Toshia fucking the Player), the orgiastic ball, the night with the Lady, the first time he and Toshia had sex, watching and participating in Toshia's little gangbang in the second floor corridor, the wild night in the Disco, and the orgy in the steam room, and many other intense erotic memories swept through his mind. Don felt himself entering the Crone's surprisingly hot and wet vagina. The strong grip was no surprise. Still reliving his wilder sexual memories in exceptionally vivid detail, Don held on to the strong but slender woman beneath him and fucked. He fucked her both as if it was the only thing he could imagine doing and as if his life depended upon it. He felt as if his cock was penetrating deeper into the Crone than was physically possible. Her muscles squeezed and pulled at him with incredible dexterity and strength. The vision of Toshia being taken on top of the stone altar was in his mind when Don began to come. To say this was the most intense orgasm of Don's life would be a severe understatement. The cum boiled out of his balls and shot out of him into the Crone in a gushing torrent. He shoved into her and continued to pump jet after jet of cum. He felt her arms and legs wrap around him, pulling him tighter to him, even as her pussy squeezed and pulled at his cock. He thought for a moment that it felt that there were more than just two arms and two legs holding him to her. He opened his eyes and saw the Crone looking at him with a cool, happy smile on her lips. Don felt the orgasm slowly subsiding but then that preternaturally skilled pussy pulled him on, and he was squirting still more cum into her. When he could no longer pump any cum, it seemed that her pussy went on sucking it from him. The ecstasy of coming became a frightening overdose of pleasure and then a painful ordeal as what seemed like minutes passed and he was drained of cum. He groaned wordlessly, and surrendered to the blackness of unconsciousness. Don had no idea how long he was out before he felt the Crone caressing his face with her cool fingers and kissing his lips lightly. When he opened his eyes, she was smiling down at him. "You seek the Sage of the Tower," she said. "Go down into the valley and follow the river there to its source, and you will find the Tower." "Oh, but wha-?" he tried. "Shush," she smiled, "that is all you need to know. Thank you for your gift, Don." Don thought he should say "my pleasure" but he wasn't sure if that was true, and in any case he was already falling asleep. Chapter 3 Toshia Saved & Caught; rough sex in the forest Like Don had done a week earlier, while he was with the Crone, Toshia found herself reliving the erotic adventures she had had since waking up in the Manor. The sounds of the warrior women feasting and carousing nearby only taunted her with the thought that someone might remember her and bring her some food and water. Her deliberate mental game of remembering her time in Eros while she hung tied to the big, wooden X-cross served to distract her from not only her hunger and thirst but also from her frustration and dejection at being in this predicament. These depressing thoughts reminded her of the day ...Was it three days ago already? She must have been very close to drowning, her vision darkening and her temples pounding, when the strong slender arms had slipped around her from behind and she was hoisted up to the surface of the river. She had gulped air into her lungs desperately, and allowed herself to be drawn to shore. Too weak from struggling against the current, Toshia was limp and useless as she was hauled up onto the sandy bank. She lay there gasping, until she felt soft feminine hands brushing the wet hair out of her face. When she opened her eyes, she saw a beautiful young woman with big eyes of blue-green and long straight hair of emerald green looking down at her with concern. "Thank you for saving me," Toshia finally managed. The green-haired girl smiled at her with full inviting lips. She touched Toshia's lips with light fingertips. She licked her own as she traced the outline of Toshia's lips. She looked over Toshia's naked, wet body, and Toshia raised her head enough to see that the girl was also naked and, obviously, wet. She seemed to be very thin, but strong, and quite pale. The girl looked back at Toshia's face and smiled again, and Toshia thought this smile was a bit friendlier now. Well, this is Eros, after all, Toshia thought to herself. It's probably customary to sleep with anyone who saves your life. As if she could read Toshia's mind, the girl leaned in closer, brushing Toshia's skin with her wet hair, and kissed her mouth tentatively. The girl's lips and tongue were cool and moist, and Toshia found herself returning the gentle kiss happily. After only minutes earlier thinking that she was about to drown, this interlude was a most welcome turn of events. Toshia slipped her arms around her rescuer and held her body against her own. For some time, they lay there on the wet ground, kissing each other languorously. Then, with a smile, the green-haired girl pulled away a little and then moved a bit lower, so she could kiss her way down the curve of Toshia's breast. Toshia shuddered as the girl took her nipple and sucked on it. Toshia parted her legs in anticipation as she felt the girl's hand moving up along the inside of her thigh. Suddenly, though, the girl raised her head and looking into the nearby tree line with obvious alarm. In another second, Toshia heard the sound of someone coming toward them through the undergrowth. "It's OK, that's just my friends looking for me," Toshia smiled at the girl, who immediately shook her head and pulled away from Toshia's embrace. Toshia took the moment to look around a bit more carefully and realized that she was quite a bit downriver from where she had fallen in and, moreover, on the wrong side. It couldn't possibly be Don and the others making all that noise in the woods. Toshia looked warily at the woods, and then back to the girl who had saved her life. She was alarmed to see the green-haired waif diving back into the water. "Wait!" Toshia called as she scrambled to her feet. "Oh, damn!" said a masculine voice behind her. "She got away!" "Of course she did," said another. "The way you two go crashing about, it's impossible to sneak up on anything!" "At least we've got a consolation prize this time," said a third. Being called a consolation prize almost wiped the shocked expression off Toshia's face. Out of the forest had emerged three figures, about five and a half feet tall, with long, dark, curly hair and beards, and bare, muscular torsos and arms. They also had short, curled horns growing out of their foreheads and the hindquarters of goats. Naturally, they also had very prominent and generous male genitalia. Of course, after meeting Ralph the centaur she should not have been so surprised to be confronted by bona fide satyrs. In fact, Ralph hadn't even been the strangest thing she'd encountered since leaving the Manor; there was the demonic guardian of the portal to name just one thing.One thing that had fucked my brains out! she thought to herself. Still, in spite of herself, Toshia was shocked by the sight of these half-man, half-goats. "She does look like she'll give us some sport," said one of the satyrs with an obvious leer. "How about it, toots," grinned the third one who'd spoken, "you up for some fun and games?" "Um, actually, I was just going to find my friends," Toshia said taking a step toward the forest away from the three satyrs. "We can be your friends," suggested the satyr who had spoken first. He took a step closer to her on his hoofed feet and gave his already hard and thick cock a squeeze. "We're very friendly." "Oh, well, I'm sure, but I should really be going." "What's the hurry?" said satyr number two, without taking his eyes off her naked body. "Come on, honey," said number three, "we'll show you a real good time." Toshia was simultaneously revolted by the smarmy attitudes, alarmed that it seemed clear they had no intention of taking "no" for an answer, and annoyed with herself for being a bit aroused by the thought of having a "real good time" with three goat-men. Goddamn that fucking XYZ! "Tell you what," said number two, doing his apparent best to sound good-natured, "we'll give you a head start, and if we catch you we'll have some fun." Thinking it was a good idea to take advantage of a chance to put some distance between herself and them, Toshia nodded and said, "Fine." Without waiting for them to say anything else, she sprang for the trees and made for the nearest hillside up away from the river. Tree branches lashed at her bare skin, and she wished she had fallen into the river with her sandals on, but she didn't slow down. She clambered up a hill, vaulted over a large rock and then half-ran, half-fell down the other side, only to start up the next one. Ducking under a thick branch, she turned to the left and started running along the ridge of a line of hills that seemed to parallel the course of the river. She was trying to close some of the distance between the satyrs and where she had fallen into the river. She was vaguely aware that there were now sounds of pursuit echoing in the forest. Toshia slowed just a little to catch her breath, but that only allowed her to realize that the satyrs were getting alarmingly close. She even caught sight of one moving through the trees off to her left, cutting her off from the river. Plunging ahead again with renewed determination, Toshia clambered up the side of the next hill almost on all fours. At the top of the steep slope, she saw a sunlit clearing in the distance. With the vague hope that she might be able to get someone's attention on the other side of the river, Toshia set her sights on reaching that clearing. She might have made it too, if she hadn't tripped on an ill-placed root. Toshia went sprawling in the thick forest carpet of leaves right in front of an enormous tree trunk that had fallen years ago and was now covered with a deep layer of green moss. She heard someone coming up the hill close behind her, and frantically scrambled to her feet. Toshia hurried to get hold of the mossy tree trunk and raised her foot to get purchase on it so she could vault over, but then felt a strong, hairy arm slipping around her waist to pull her back down. "Gotcha!" the satyr laughed, as he pulled her behind against his front, at the same time pushing her chest and face forward against the soft moss in front of her. Toshia struggled, trying to twist out of his grasp, but he was too strong and she was too winded. She felt the head of his cock between her legs and rubbing up against her outer lips. He pushed her against the moss with one hand, holding her in place, while using the other to get his sex organ in the right position. Toshia gritted her teeth as he pushed himself into her. It wasn't an enormous cock, but it was hard and thick, and she had to admit at that moment, with the XYZ and the adrenaline of the chase coursing through her veins, it felt good to be filled. Toshia clutched the mossy trunk, and closed her eyes, as the satyr held on to her hips roughly and began to fuck in and out of her from behind, shoving violently. In addition to the sensation of the penis sliding in and out of her all too eager pussy, Toshia was keenly aware of the thick mat of fur brushing against her legs and butt as he took her and the fact that her tits were being pressed into the yielding moss with the solid resistance of the tree behind it. She knew that she was, basically, being raped by a half-man, half-goat creature, but she also knew she was enjoying it. The question of whether she should actually consider this rape would occupy her mind quite a bit in the days afterward, and particularly while she was strapped to the X-cross. On the one hand, she had actually said "Fine" to the satyr's proposal that "if we catch you we'll have some fun", but, on the other, at the time of that agreement she had been convinced they were going to have their way with her in any case. However, she knew that rape in the normal world she called home was not really a crime of sex but of violence. Someone who raped another wasn't really trying to have sex with them, but to hurt them. Somehow, Toshia did not get the sense that these satyrs wanted to hurt her in the least; they seemed to just want to fuck, and given the nature of this world, it might be reasonable for them to presume that she would enjoy a good tumble in the woods. Still, the girl who had pulled her from the river had obviously wanted to avoid getting caught by the randy goat-men. Later she would ponder these issues, but for that moment against the moss-covered tree trunk she just let herself enjoy the rough fucking. It wasn't too long before the goat-man began to shove into her with even more force, and then his cock swelled and shot his hot satyr cum into her. It felt like there was quite a bit, and it took him some time before he pulled out of her and slapped her butt happily. Toshia slumped against the fallen tree trunk, both relieved and frustrated. She started to push away from the tree, to make an attempt at gaining that clearing ahead somewhere, but another pair of rough hands took hold of her and pushed her back against the moss. "Not so fast, toots," said satyr number three. Without any other preamble, he shoved his cock into her pussy, squishing his partner's cum out to run down the insides of her thighs. Toshia surprised herself by letting out a happy moan as she was filled again. While the satyr proceeded to fuck her with great enthusiasm, Toshia let go of the moss with her left hand and managed to get it down between the trunk and her body, so she could get her fingers on her clit. She began to stroke herself frantically as the cock pistoned in and out of her almost savagely. In only moments, Toshia found herself gasping and moaning as her orgasm tore through her violated body. She shook and whimpered while the satyr had his way with her until he filled her up with his own flood of cum. He pulled out of her, and she felt more cum running down her legs. Laughing, he said, "Told you we'd have fun." Toshia wasn't surprised to hear satyr number one say, "My turn!" This time, though, she managed to roll around and get her back against the mossy tree trunk. She actually found herself smiling at the hairy goat-man as he stepped up in front of her. Toshia put her hands on his broad shoulders and let him lift her up a bit. Soon, she had her thighs supported on his furry haunches as he pushed his eager cock up inside her. She looked at his grinning, bearded face with its little horns, and even laughed a little as he lowered his mouth to her tits to suck and bite on her nipples. She rocked against him as he fucked in and out of her, letting his hairy torso rub against her clit. Leaning back against the curve of the trunk behind her, Toshia let herself enjoy getting fucked there in the woods by an actual satyr. She smiled when she felt his cock swell inside her to spew a third torrent of cum into her pussy, only to spill in a slow river out of her as soon as he withdrew. She noticed that the other two satyrs were still standing there, watching, with still very hard cocks standing in front of them. Perhaps they would have let her go in that moment, but Toshia had her mind on other things. She laughed and said, "Well, hello boys; are you just going to stand there? I thought you promised me a good time." This prompted laughter from all three of them, and they hastened forward. In the next moment, Toshia was surrounded by all three of the satyrs as they pawed her with their eager hands and kissed and nibbled at her wherever they could reach. Fingers pinched her nipples and pushed up inside her soggy cunt. One enterprising individual got his finger nice and slippery and pushed it up inside her ass. This reminded Toshia of that wonderful time she'd had in the steam room with Don and Peter, only a few days earlier, and gave her an idea. "OK, well, before we go any further, don't you think you should introduce yourselves?" Toshia laughed. Any further? They've each fucked me and they've got their fingers in my pussy and ass! "Oh, I'm Scratch," said satyr number two. "I'm Roscoe," said number one. "And, I'm Bob," said three. "I'm Toshia," she said. "Now that we've got that out of the way. Why don't you lie down on your back here, Bob?" Bob was only too happy to comply, and Toshia promptly straddled him, and took his stiff cock in her hand, pushing the head of it into her pussy, which was quite ready for more action. She sank down on Bob's shaft, leaning forward by placing both hands on his broad hairy chest. Toshia slid up and down on him a couple of times, just because it felt good. Then, she looked over her shoulder and said, "Scratch, can you get back there and fuck me in the ass?" "I sure can!" Scratch said with a grin. There was some scrambling around, and an interesting moment when Scratch pushed his finger up inside her wet pussy with Bob's cock (Oh my! That's interesting! I'll have to try to remember that.). After her own juices and a liberal amount of satyr cum was worked into her butt and smeared over his organ, Scratch slowly pushed himself into her butt. "Oh fuck that feels good!" she exclaimed. "Yes, push it in me!" An unexpected orgasm hit her then, and she held still there as her pussy and ass clenched on the two cocks inside her. Moaning and trembling, Toshia rode it out with a smile on her face. When she had started to come down, she looked down at Bob and over her shoulder at Scratch and said, "Well, what are you waiting for boys, fuck me!" The two satyrs began to do as they were told, working their thick, hard cocks in and out of her. Whether they had practiced this trick before or it was an innate satyr skill, they quickly got into a perfect rhythm, pumping and grinding against her body as if the three of them were one ideal sex machine. Toshia made sure she was giving as good as she was getting, working her pelvis in time with the way the satyrs were pushing and pulling inside her. When she felt comfortable and knew she could keep up, she looked around and beckoned Roscoe over. The third satyr moved over on his cloven hooves to stand in front of Toshia. She reached up with her left hand and took his cock in her hand and pulled it to her mouth, tasting his cum and her own juices on him. Once she had the fat head in her mouth, she stroked the shaft in her fist. Bob reached up to cup her breasts in his hands and to help hold her up. Letting Bob and Scratch do most of the fucking work, Toshia relaxed to enjoy those sensations and concentrated her active attention on Roscoe's cock. She pulled him closer so that she could get her mouth working up and down on him, pushing the head deeper in her mouth so she could feel his thick shaft moving over her lips and her tongue. I wish Don could see me! she thought as she relaxed her throat and sank deeper on to Roscoe's cock. She let go of the base of his shaft and held onto his hips with both hands, both for support and to shove him back if it became necessary, but she was now letting him fuck her mouth and throat. Roscoe was surprisingly careful, holding her head gently in his hands and moving slowly and steadily. Meanwhile, Bob lay under her flexing his hairy abdomen to push himself up inside her pussy, and Scratch held on to her hips and fucked in and out of her ass vigorously. Toshia was intent on making the satyrs come before she came again, but her body had other ideas, and soon she was moaning and trembling while an intense orgasm shook her from head to toe. The frantic clenching of her pussy and ass pulled Bob and Scratch past the point of no return, and they filled her up with more of their cum. Roscoe, who had come most recently anyway, held out a bit longer, but the other two were still inside her when Toshia felt him swelling in her mouth and throat and then pumping gout after gout of sweet, hot cum into her stomach, and then filling her mouth. Pulling away from her, he splashed on final stream of pearly jizz across the bridge of her nose and down her cheek. Still hard, Bob and Scratch continued to fuck her squishy pussy and ass until she came again and again. Only when she had collapsed between them, did they extract themselves and carry her off to their camp in the forest, where they bathed and fed her. That night, the next day, and the night after were spent in a marathon of satyr fucking that left Toshia exhausted. Toshia now, bound to the X-cross, strained again at her restraints, wishing she could get at her pussy and clit now. She needed to make herself come. She remembered how she had awoken the third day, well into afternoon. The satyrs were gone, and she was surrounded by the gathering party from the warrior woman camp. Angry at being abandoned, worn out from the incessant demands of three hard pricks, frustrated at being lost, Toshia had been a bit happy to learn that she was going to be taken to a bunch of women, but that hadn't lasted long. She remembered how they had tied her up underneath a pole carried on the shoulders of two brawny men. The next two days were spent hanging there as she was carried further down river, to the castle where she now stood on frustrating display. To be continued. By BradentonLarry for Literotica

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Enoch, The First Witness: The First Four Days of Tribulation (End Time Witnesses, Enoch and Elijah Book 1)Enoch is book 1 of 6, which chronicles the Time of Sorrows, The Tribulation. Unlike other series of books similar in nature, this story recreates what today's world could expect from God's final two Witnesses. It explores Lucifer and the Fallen 200's viewpoint, their story, and retribution.These six books are based on Daniel, Revelation, Matthew, coupled with the Book of Enoch.The Fallen 200 angels (who became demons) were bound by Enoch around 3250 BC for 70 generations. Their release would be around 1600 AD. This period of our history is the beginning of humanity exiting from the dark ages. This is the time when the King James Bible was released, Jamestown was founded in America, Galileo appeared, Johannes Kepler, the inquisition to stop science, to name a few. The world was changing. This series explores the possibility that these Fallen 200 influenced the enhancements in science, world expansion, technology, and philosophy.For four hundred years since the 200's release, Lucifer and his followers have prepared for the day the first Witness arrives. They are ready to come out from the shadows and take over our world.Today is that day. God's first Witness Enoch returns as Jack South who causes worldwide disasters to announce the beginning of Tribulation. Anchor John Roddenburg of Bear News provides Jack South with the opportunity to share his story with a worldwide audience. John then hosts a panel of religious leaders who challenge Jack's message from God.The industrialist Aafre Waldger (Azazel) heads a worldwide organization which controls politicians, leaders, and finances throughout the world. Hearing Jack on Bear News, Aafre realizes the time has come to activate his end-time plans.Soon, in a worldwide sermon broadcast by John Roddenburg and Bear News, Enoch pulls back the curtain on the evil permeating the world by Lucifer and his followers.Elijah arrives and warns Israel and the world. He has a mandate to honor God's agenda. His story ignites in Book II as he demands the Third Temple be built. Book 1 covers the first four days. Book 2 reveals the next five days.Want to be a guest on Book 101 Review? Send Daniel Lucas a message on PodMatch, here: https://www.podmatch.com/hostdetailpreview/17372807971394464fea5bae3 Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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Welcome back to Another Week in the Books! In Chapter 23, Spike Lou and Rich dive into some thought-provoking topics. They explore the idea of whether black icons should be expected to engage more with black media outlets. The conversation then shifts to Rep Jasmine Crockett's "Hot Wheels" comment and the fake outrage that followed. They also discuss Holly Rowe's controversial comparison of USC women's basketball games to the "BET Awards." The guys break down Jayden Daniels' mom keeping the girls away, and Spike opens up about why, based on the relationships he's seen, he struggles to find a compelling reason to want one himself. As always, thank you for tuning in! Don't forget to comment, subscribe, and share. Let's get better this week! Contact Us: 470-318-5034 E-mail: awitb2022@gmail.com Instagram: @anotherweekinthebooks           @iamspikelou           @krich513 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Welcome back to a new chapter of Another Week in the Books! This week, Spike Lou and Rich dive into some of the most talked-about moments of the past week. First up, they discuss the drama surrounding social media chef and influencer, Mr. Make It Happen, who was caught sliding into a woman's DMs despite being married—was it fair or foul? Then, the duo tackles a wild story out of Georgia, where a high school student was arrested for making a diss song—was it overblown or a step too far? Plus, Spike explains the high-profile arrest of Big U and breaks down the concept of “Checking In” in the street culture. As always, thank you for tuning in! Be sure to subscribe, rate, comment, and share. Let's get better this week! Contact Us: 470-318-5034 E-mail: awitb2022@gmail.com Instagram: @anotherweekinthebooks           @iamspikelou           @krich513 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Caleb and Michael take on Book II of Cicero's On Ends. In this books Cicero goes off against the Epicureans. What do you think?On Ends Book IAristippus: The Philosopher Who Mastered Pleasure(02:43) Different Kinds Of Pleasure(16:34) Turning AgainstThe Stoics(18:02) Ranking Pleasures(24:40) Epicurean Rebranding?(30:55) Epicureans Ignore Virtue(34:28) Utilitarianism(38:18) Topsy Turvy Value Systems(46:50) Do Epicureans Lie?(48:17) Is Happiness Up To You(56:08) Michael's Takeaway***Subscribe to The Stoa Letter for weekly meditations, actions, and links to the best Stoic resources: www.stoaletter.com/subscribeDownload the Stoa app (it's a free download): https://stoameditation.com/podIf you try the Stoa app and find it useful, but truly cannot afford it, email us and we'll set you up with a free account.Listen to more episodes and learn more here: https://stoameditation.com/blog/stoa-conversations/Thanks to Michael Levy for graciously letting us use his music in the conversations: https://ancientlyre.com/

Welcome back to a new chapter of Another Week in the Books! This week, Spike Lou and Rich are joined by Nashville royalty and Spike's stepbrother, David Swett Jr. Together, they dive deep into the fascinating story of David's grandparents and the origin of the Swett family's incredibly successful business. The conversation explores the mindset shifts across generations, the secrets to building and sustaining generational wealth, and the wisdom passed down through the family. There are so many valuable insights packed into this episode, from the power of legacy to the lessons that shape success. We hope you enjoy listening as much as Spike and Rich enjoyed discussing it. Be sure to subscribe, comment, like, and share—let's get better this week! Tune in and let's dive into the gems of generational wisdom! Contact Us: 470-318-5034 E-mail: awitb2022@gmail.com Instagram: @anotherweekinthebooks           @iamspikelou           @krich513 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Welcome back to another episode of Another Week in the Books! While Rich is out celebrating the birth of his niece, Spike Lou holds it down with a special guest, Portia Renee, host of The Frequency Podcast. In this episode, they dive into some thought-provoking conversations about the thought process between men and women. From Jurnee Smollett's alimony situation and the mixed reactions surrounding it, to the insecurities men face when their partner out-earns them, Spike and Portia unpack it all. They also dig into the ongoing Anthony Edwards drama and what it reveals about a man's responsibility to a child he didn't plan for. It's an insightful and engaging discussion you won't want to miss. As always, thank you for tuning in! Don't forget to subscribe, like, comment, and share — let's keep getting better together this week! #PersonalGrowth #AuthenticityMatters #MindfulLiving #AccountabilityPartner #SelfImprovement #CommunitySupport #MeaningfulConversations #StriveForGreatness #BreakingThroughLimits #BeYourBestSelf #AnotherWeekInTheBooks #Bookworms #LockIn #Accountability #Podcast #BlackMen #BlackWomen #JurneeSmollett #AnthonyEdwards #Alimony #TheFrequency Contact Us: 470-318-5034 E-mail: awitb2022@gmail.com Instagram: @anotherweekinthebooks            @iamspikelou            @krich513 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

A murderer lurks amongst the Penitent Harbingers and their soon-to-be Heralds. The Golden Sentinels must race against time to discover the identity of the killer. The true test is just beginning. Welcome to the first, last and only Gala of Æons there ever was. Join us, all those centuries ago, for the funerary wake of a dead god. *This campaign takes place in Regolus, but requires no prior knowledge of the world or previous campaigns or episodes.*Find your way to the scrying pool known as Bards of New York.Catch us live on Wednesdays 6:00pm EST at https://www.twitch.tv/bardsofnewyork​​​Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/bardsofnewyorkDiscord: https://discord.gg/4zVZ6BdbSATiktok: https://tinyurl.com/mrcbx5yjPodcast: https://linktr.ee/bardsofnewyork​​Cast:Will Champion as Dungeon MasterKyle Knight as Jean-Baptiste BeaumontDrew Nauden as KenoHannah Minshew as Synnove OleanderDan Krackhardt as Bubbles BathingtonJonathan Champion as Aelys Sa'ViraanRachel as Lenore/ValorWoody Minshew as Salvador MontebankIf you liked our show, leave us a comment/like. Review us on Apple Podcasts and Spotify and spread the word! Thank you!Tell a friendSpread some joyWe love you

A murderer lurks amongst the Penitent Harbingers and their soon-to-be Heralds. The Golden Sentinels must race against time to discover the identity of the killer. The true test is just beginning. Welcome to the first, last and only Gala of Æons there ever was. Join us, all those centuries ago, for the funerary wake of a dead god. *This campaign takes place in Regolus, but requires no prior knowledge of the world or previous campaigns or episodes.*Find your way to the scrying pool known as Bards of New York.Catch us live on Wednesdays 6:00pm EST at https://www.twitch.tv/bardsofnewyork​​​Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/bardsofnewyorkDiscord: https://discord.gg/4zVZ6BdbSATiktok: https://tinyurl.com/mrcbx5yjPodcast: https://linktr.ee/bardsofnewyork​​Cast:Will Champion as Dungeon MasterKyle Knight as Jean-Baptiste BeaumontDrew Nauden as KenoHannah Minshew as Synnove OleanderDan Krackhardt as Bubbles BathingtonJonathan Champion as Aelys Sa'ViraanRachel as Lenore/ValorWoody Minshew as Salvador MontebankIf you liked our show, leave us a comment/like. Review us on Apple Podcasts and Spotify and spread the word! Thank you!Tell a friendSpread some joyWe love you

Welcome back to a new chapter of Another Week in the Books! This week, Spike Lou and Rich kick things off with some light-hearted banter about films and television before diving into a deep discussion about the best era of Lil Wayne's career. From there, they tackle the murder of Telvin Osborne and the controversial reactions surrounding his anti-Black women social media posts. The conversation takes an inspiring turn as Spike Lou shares a powerful testimony about the divine alignment in his life, revealing why he believes now is the time for him to truly embody the man he's always claimed to be. As always, thank you to all the Bookworms for your love and support. Don't forget to like, rate, comment, and share—let's make this week a great one! Contact Us: 470-318-5034 E-mail: awitb2022@gmail.com Instagram: @anotherweekinthebooks           @iamspikelou           @krich513 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Before they can descend into the infamous Pit of Heresy, the Sentinels must first complete their high-stakes library heist. Only then can they face the horrors lurking in the deepest level of Disterra. Will the Devastator, Jailer of Disterra, stop them from reaching the Lighthouse of Knowledge? Can their sanity—and their bonds—endure the relentless pressures of the Pit? Join the myth weaving to find out.*This campaign takes place in Regolus, but requires no prior knowledge of the world or previous campaigns or episodes.*Find your way to the scrying pool known as Bards of New York.Catch us live on Wednesdays 6:00pm EST at https://www.twitch.tv/bardsofnewyork​​​Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/bardsofnewyorkDiscord: https://discord.gg/4zVZ6BdbSATiktok: https://tinyurl.com/mrcbx5yjPodcast: https://linktr.ee/bardsofnewyork​​Cast:Will Champion as Dungeon MasterKyle Knight as Jean-Baptiste BeaumontDrew Nauden as KenoHannah Minshew as Synnove OleanderDan Krackhardt as Bubbles BathingtonJonathan Champion as Aelys Sa'ViraanRachel as Lenore/ValorWoody Minshew as Salvador MontebankIf you liked our show, leave us a comment/like. Review us on Apple Podcasts and Spotify and spread the word! Thank you!Tell a friendSpread some joyWe love you

Before they can descend into the infamous Pit of Heresy, the Sentinels must first complete their high-stakes library heist. Only then can they face the horrors lurking in the deepest level of Disterra. Will the Devastator, Jailer of Disterra, stop them from reaching the Lighthouse of Knowledge? Can their sanity—and their bonds—endure the relentless pressures of the Pit? Join the myth weaving to find out.*This campaign takes place in Regolus, but requires no prior knowledge of the world or previous campaigns or episodes.*Find your way to the scrying pool known as Bards of New York.Catch us live on Wednesdays 6:00pm EST at https://www.twitch.tv/bardsofnewyork​​​Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/bardsofnewyorkDiscord: https://discord.gg/4zVZ6BdbSATiktok: https://tinyurl.com/mrcbx5yjPodcast: https://linktr.ee/bardsofnewyork​​Cast:Will Champion as Dungeon MasterKyle Knight as Jean-Baptiste BeaumontDrew Nauden as KenoHannah Minshew as Synnove OleanderDan Krackhardt as Bubbles BathingtonJonathan Champion as Aelys Sa'ViraanRachel as Lenore/ValorWoody Minshew as Salvador MontebankIf you liked our show, leave us a comment/like. Review us on Apple Podcasts and Spotify and spread the word! Thank you!Tell a friendSpread some joyWe love you

It's been far too long, but we're back! Join Spike Lou and Rich as they sit down with fellow creator JAH for an insightful conversation as they dive into his content creation journey, sneaker culture, the eternal debate over the best rapper of all time, and the intricacies of parenthood. Spike Lou also shares his thoughts on why JAH is the most confident person he's ever met, leading to a deeper discussion on what drives someone to constantly strive for greatness in everything they do. After a couple of weeks off, we're so grateful for your patience and ready to jump back in! Be sure to subscribe, like, comment, and share—let's make this week even better together. JAH's YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@ThingzNStuffJAH Contact Us: 470-318-5034 E-mail: awitb2022@gmail.com Instagram: @anotherweekinthebooks            @iamspikelou            @krich513 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Have any questions, insights, or feedback? Send me a text!Length: 58 minutesSynopsis: Tonight (2/19/24), in our Wednesday night Tehilim shiur, we began a new and (to us) unknown chapter towards the beginning of Book II. I chose it because it was unfamiliar, short, and looked like it might help us to cope with the current situation Israel is in, and the despondent feelings of many Jews around the world. We spent much of the time going over various translations, then discussed where the pivot point might be, and concluded with a series of questions. Next time (בג"ה) we'll see if we can come up with a theory, with or without the meforshim!-----מקורות:תהלים פרק מגמצודת ציוןArtscrollRobert Alterהואיל משה - תהלים מג:אתרגום רס"גתרגום כתובים (trans. Prof. Edward M. Cook)פשיטתאSeptuagint (trans. Sir Lancelot Charles Lee Brenton)-----The Torah content for the entire month of February has been sponsored by Y.K. with gratitude to Rabbi Schneeweiss for providing a clear and easily accessible path to personal growth via his reliably interesting and inspiring Torah content.-----If you've gained from what you've learned here, please consider contributing to my Patreon at www.patreon.com/rabbischneeweiss. Alternatively, if you would like to make a direct contribution to the "Rabbi Schneeweiss Torah Content Fund," my Venmo is @Matt-Schneeweiss, and my Zelle and PayPal are mattschneeweiss at gmail. Even a small contribution goes a long way to covering the costs of my podcasts, and will provide me with the financial freedom to produce even more Torah content for you.If you would like to sponsor a day's or a week's worth of content, or if you are interested in enlisting my services as a teacher or tutor, you can reach me at rabbischneeweiss at gmail. Thank you to my listeners for listening, thank you to my readers for reading, and thank you to my supporters for supporting my efforts to make Torah ideas available and accessible to everyone.-----Substack: rabbischneeweiss.substack.com/Patreon: patreon.com/rabbischneeweissYouTube Channel: youtube.com/rabbischneeweissInstagram: instagram.com/rabbischneeweiss/"The Stoic Jew" Podcast: thestoicjew.buzzsprout.com"Machshavah Lab" Podcast: machshavahlab.buzzsprout.com"The Mishlei Podcast": mishlei.buzzsprout.com"Rambam Bekius" Podcast: rambambekius.buzzsprout.com"The Tefilah Podcast": tefilah.buzzsprout.comOld Blog: kolhaseridim.blogspot.com/WhatsApp Content Hub (where I post all my content and announce my public classes): https://chat.whatsapp.com/GEB1EPIAarsELfHWuI2k0HAmazon Wishlist: amazon.com/hz/wishlist/ls/Y72CSP86S24W?ref_=wl_sharel

When last we left our adventurers, they had arrived in Disterra, the City of Black Stone. Theagus, JB, and Katari met with the Light Hunters, where Theagus observed their tinkering with his otherworldly arcane focus. Meanwhile, Synnove, Valor, and Aelys ventured to the Archives—only to face an unexpected reunion with Hareem Lord Hareem…Now, with the Sentinel group in Disterra introduced and preparations for the Heraldic Gala underway, an old acquaintance—one with a hard shell and a few new upgrades—pays them a visit at their base of operations.*This campaign takes place in Regolus, but requires no prior knowledge of the world or previous campaigns or episodes.*Find your way to the scrying pool known as Bards of New York.Catch us live on Wednesdays 6:00pm EST at https://www.twitch.tv/bardsofnewyork​​​Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/bardsofnewyorkDiscord: https://discord.gg/4zVZ6BdbSATiktok: https://tinyurl.com/mrcbx5yjPodcast: https://linktr.ee/bardsofnewyork​​Cast:Will Champion as Dungeon MasterKyle Knight as Jean-Baptiste BeaumontDrew Nauden as KenoHannah Minshew as Synnove OleanderDan Krackhardt as Bubbles BathingtonJonathan Champion as Aelys Sa'ViraanRachel as Lenore/ValorWoody Minshew as Salvador MontebankIf you liked our show, leave us a comment/like. Review us on Apple Podcasts and Spotify and spread the word! Thank you!Tell a friendSpread some joyWe love you

When last we left our adventurers, they had arrived in Disterra, the City of Black Stone. Theagus, JB, and Katari met with the Light Hunters, where Theagus observed their tinkering with his otherworldly arcane focus. Meanwhile, Synnove, Valor, and Aelys ventured to the Archives—only to face an unexpected reunion with Hareem Lord Hareem…Now, with the Sentinel group in Disterra introduced and preparations for the Heraldic Gala underway, an old acquaintance—one with a hard shell and a few new upgrades—pays them a visit at their base of operations.*This campaign takes place in Regolus, but requires no prior knowledge of the world or previous campaigns or episodes.*Find your way to the scrying pool known as Bards of New York.Catch us live on Wednesdays 6:00pm EST at https://www.twitch.tv/bardsofnewyork​​​Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/bardsofnewyorkDiscord: https://discord.gg/4zVZ6BdbSATiktok: https://tinyurl.com/mrcbx5yjPodcast: https://linktr.ee/bardsofnewyork​​Cast:Will Champion as Dungeon MasterKyle Knight as Jean-Baptiste BeaumontDrew Nauden as KenoHannah Minshew as Synnove OleanderDan Krackhardt as Bubbles BathingtonJonathan Champion as Aelys Sa'ViraanRachel as Lenore/ValorWoody Minshew as Salvador MontebankIf you liked our show, leave us a comment/like. Review us on Apple Podcasts and Spotify and spread the word! Thank you!Tell a friendSpread some joyWe love you

Dr. Daniel Hale Williams is often described as the first person to successfully perform an open-heart surgery. That's not entirely accurate, but he was still a surgical innovator, and he was also a huge part of the Black Hospital Movement. Research: "Daniel Hale Williams." Contemporary Black Biography, vol. 2, Gale, 1992. Gale In Context: U.S. History, link.gale.com/apps/doc/K1606000260/GPS?u=mlin_n_melpub&sid=bookmark-GPS&xid=c4ae7664. Accessed 28 Jan. 2025. "Daniel Hale Williams." Notable Black American Men, Book II, edited by Jessie Carney Smith, Gale, 1998. Gale In Context: U.S. History, link.gale.com/apps/doc/K1622000479/GPS?u=mlin_n_melpub&sid=bookmark-GPS&xid=80e75e7e. Accessed 28 Jan. 2025. Buckler, Helen. “Doctor Dan: Pioneer in American Surgery.” Little, Brown and Company. 1954. Cobb, W M. “Daniel Hale Williams-Pioneer and Innovator.” Journal of the National Medical Association vol. 36,5 (1944): 158-9. COBB, W M. “Dr. Daniel Hale Williams.” Journal of the National Medical Association vol. 45,5 (1953): 379-85. Cook County Health. “Celebrating 30 Years: Provident Hospital of Cook County.” https://cookcountyhealth.org/provident-hospital-30th-anniversary/ Gamble, Vanessa Northington. “Making a place for ourselves : the Black hospital movement, 1920-1945.” New York : Oxford University Press. 1995. Gamble, Vanessa Northington. “The Provident Hospital Project: An Experiment in Race Relations and Medical Education.” Bulletin of the History of Medicine, WINTER 1991. Via JSTOR. https://www.jstor.org/stable/44442639 Gordon, Ralph C. “Daniel Hale Williams: Pioneer Black Surgeon and Educator.” Journal of Investigative Surgery, 18:105–106, 2005. DOI: 10.1080/08941930590956084 Hughes, Langston. “Famous American Negroes.” Dodd Mead. 1954. Jackson State University. “Who Was Dr. Daniel Hale Williams?” https://www.jsums.edu/gtec/dr-daniel-hale-williams/ Jefferson, Alisha J. and Tamra S. McKenzie. “Daniel Hale Williams, MD: ‘A Moses in the profession.’” American College of Surgeons CC2017 Poster Competition. 2017. Office of the Illinois Secretary of State. “51. Dr. Daniel Hale Williams Letter to Governor Joseph Fifer (1889).” 100 Most Valuable Documents at the Illinois State Archives. https://www.ilsos.gov/departments/archives/online_exhibits/100_documents/1889-williams-letter-gov.html Olivier, Albert F. “In Proper Perspective: Daniel Hale Williams, M.D.” Annals of Thoracic Surgery. Volume 37, Issue 1p96-97 January 1984. https://www.annalsthoracicsurgery.org/article/S0003-4975(10)60721-7/fulltext Raman, Jai. “Access to the Heart – Evolution of surgical techniques.” Global Surgery. Vol. 1, No. 2. doi: 10.15761/GOS.1000112 Rock County, Wisconsin. “Dr. Daniel Hale Williams.” https://legacy.co.rock.wi.us/daniel-hale-williams Summerville, James. “Educating Black doctors : a history of Meharry Medical College.” University of Alabama Press. https://archive.org/details/educatingblackdo0000summ/ The Provident Foundation. “History- Dr. Daniel Hale Williams.” https://provfound.org/index.php/history/history-dr-daniel-hale-williams “Early Chicago: Hospital of Hope.” DuSable to Obama: Chicago’s Black Metropolis. https://www.wttw.com/dusable-to-obama/provident-hospital See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

With the Stormrun at their heels and Kelestrazax wounded, the Golden Sentinels arrive at Disterra—the fabled City of Black Stone. What trials shaped their five-day journey? What answers lie within the world's greatest library? And where will they uncover the Lighthouse of Knowledge?Above, The Heirloom casts its shadow, its Giff captain already at work in the city. Can our adventurers avoid history repeating itself and keep those they've endangered out of Hareem Lord Hareem's grasp?*This campaign takes place in Regolus, but requires no prior knowledge of the world or previous campaigns or episodes.*Find your way to the scrying pool known as Bards of New York.Catch us live on Wednesdays 6:00pm EST at https://www.twitch.tv/bardsofnewyork​​​Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/bardsofnewyorkDiscord: https://discord.gg/4zVZ6BdbSATiktok: https://tinyurl.com/mrcbx5yjPodcast: https://linktr.ee/bardsofnewyork​​Cast:Will Champion as Dungeon MasterKyle Knight as Jean-Baptiste BeaumontDrew Nauden as KenoHannah Minshew as Synnove OleanderDan Krackhardt as Bubbles BathingtonJonathan Champion as Aelys Sa'ViraanRachel as Lenore/ValorWoody Minshew as Salvador MontebankIf you liked our show, leave us a comment/like. Review us on Apple Podcasts and Spotify and spread the word! Thank you!Tell a friendSpread some joyWe love you

With the Stormrun at their heels and Kelestrazax wounded, the Golden Sentinels arrive at Disterra—the fabled City of Black Stone. What trials shaped their five-day journey? What answers lie within the world's greatest library? And where will they uncover the Lighthouse of Knowledge?Above, The Heirloom casts its shadow, its Giff captain already at work in the city. Can our adventurers avoid history repeating itself and keep those they've endangered out of Hareem Lord Hareem's grasp?*This campaign takes place in Regolus, but requires no prior knowledge of the world or previous campaigns or episodes.*Find your way to the scrying pool known as Bards of New York.Catch us live on Wednesdays 6:00pm EST at https://www.twitch.tv/bardsofnewyork​​​Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/bardsofnewyorkDiscord: https://discord.gg/4zVZ6BdbSATiktok: https://tinyurl.com/mrcbx5yjPodcast: https://linktr.ee/bardsofnewyork​​Cast:Will Champion as Dungeon MasterKyle Knight as Jean-Baptiste BeaumontDrew Nauden as KenoHannah Minshew as Synnove OleanderDan Krackhardt as Bubbles BathingtonJonathan Champion as Aelys Sa'ViraanRachel as Lenore/ValorWoody Minshew as Salvador MontebankIf you liked our show, leave us a comment/like. Review us on Apple Podcasts and Spotify and spread the word! Thank you!Tell a friendSpread some joyWe love you

At dawn, we make the Stormrun. Our adventurers must outrun the Living Tempest, Kelestrazax, and brave the Lifeless Sea to reach Disterra and the Lighthouse of Knowledge. But will their preparations be enough? Can they outpace the "last of the living divines"? *This campaign takes place in Regolus, but requires no prior knowledge of the world or previous campaigns or episodes.* Find your way to the scrying pool known as Bards of New York. Catch us live on Wednesdays 6:00pm EST at https://www.twitch.tv/bardsofnewyork​​​ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/bardsofnewyork Discord: https://discord.gg/4zVZ6BdbSA Tiktok: https://tinyurl.com/mrcbx5yj Podcast: https://linktr.ee/bardsofnewyork​​ Cast: Will Champion as Dungeon Master Kyle Knight as Jean-Baptiste Beaumont Drew Nauden as Keno Hannah Minshew as Synnove Oleander Dan Krackhardt as Bubbles Bathington Jonathan Champion as Aelys Sa'Viraan Rachel as Lenore/Valor Woody Minshew as Salvador Montebank If you liked our show, leave us a comment/like. Review us on Apple Podcasts and Spotify and spread the word! Thank you! Tell a friend Spread some joy We love you

At dawn, we make the Stormrun. Our adventurers must outrun the Living Tempest, Kelestrazax, and brave the Lifeless Sea to reach Disterra and the Lighthouse of Knowledge. But will their preparations be enough? Can they outpace the "last of the living divines"? *This campaign takes place in Regolus, but requires no prior knowledge of the world or previous campaigns or episodes.* Find your way to the scrying pool known as Bards of New York. Catch us live on Wednesdays 6:00pm EST at https://www.twitch.tv/bardsofnewyork​​​ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/bardsofnewyork Discord: https://discord.gg/4zVZ6BdbSA Tiktok: https://tinyurl.com/mrcbx5yj Podcast: https://linktr.ee/bardsofnewyork​​ Cast: Will Champion as Dungeon Master Kyle Knight as Jean-Baptiste Beaumont Drew Nauden as Keno Hannah Minshew as Synnove Oleander Dan Krackhardt as Bubbles Bathington Jonathan Champion as Aelys Sa'Viraan Rachel as Lenore/Valor Woody Minshew as Salvador Montebank If you liked our show, leave us a comment/like. Review us on Apple Podcasts and Spotify and spread the word! Thank you! Tell a friend Spread some joy We love you

Welcome back to Another Week in the Books, where authenticity meets accountability! In this crossover episode, hosts Spike Lou and Rich are joined by The Frequency host, Portia Renee, for a candid conversation on the start of 2025. From Cam Newton's latest attempt at making headlines with gossip, to Portia's thought-provoking question about millennials and their role as the "new adults," this episode dives deep into how we've navigated the ever-changing landscape of modern life. Did millennials mess up tradition, or have we simply adapted to a world that's no longer bound by the same rules? How did we get here, and where are we headed next? We explore these questions and more, with plenty of room for debate and reflection. There are more questions than answers this week, and we'd love to hear your thoughts! As always, thank you for tuning in—don't forget to subscribe, like, comment, and share. Let's keep growing and getting better this week. Instagram: @anotherweekinthebooks Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

As the Golden Sentinels embark on the final stretch of their journey to Stormgate, no moment is left idle. Damien, eager to enhance their Copper Legion gear, stands ready for the first to step forward and seize the opportunity. Meanwhile, martial, spiritual, and magical training occupy the focus of others. True names are shared—offered and embraced—and profound truths emerge, forcing some to confront what may lie within their hearts. *This campaign takes place in Regolus, but requires no prior knowledge of the world or previous campaigns or episodes.* Find your way to the scrying pool known as Bards of New York. Catch us live on Wednesdays 6:00pm EST at https://www.twitch.tv/bardsofnewyork​​​ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/bardsofnewyork Discord: https://discord.gg/4zVZ6BdbSA Tiktok: https://tinyurl.com/mrcbx5yj Podcast: https://linktr.ee/bardsofnewyork​​ Cast: Will Champion as Dungeon Master Kyle Knight as Jean-Baptiste Beaumont Drew Nauden as Keno Hannah Minshew as Synnove Oleander Dan Krackhardt as Bubbles Bathington Jonathan Champion as Aelys Sa'Viraan Rachel as Lenore/Valor Woody Minshew as Salvador Montebank If you liked our show, leave us a comment/like. Review us on Apple Podcasts and Spotify and spread the word! Thank you! Tell a friend Spread some joy We love you

As the Golden Sentinels embark on the final stretch of their journey to Stormgate, no moment is left idle. Damien, eager to enhance their Copper Legion gear, stands ready for the first to step forward and seize the opportunity. Meanwhile, martial, spiritual, and magical training occupy the focus of others. True names are shared—offered and embraced—and profound truths emerge, forcing some to confront what may lie within their hearts. *This campaign takes place in Regolus, but requires no prior knowledge of the world or previous campaigns or episodes.* Find your way to the scrying pool known as Bards of New York. Catch us live on Wednesdays 6:00pm EST at https://www.twitch.tv/bardsofnewyork​​​ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/bardsofnewyork Discord: https://discord.gg/4zVZ6BdbSA Tiktok: https://tinyurl.com/mrcbx5yj Podcast: https://linktr.ee/bardsofnewyork​​ Cast: Will Champion as Dungeon Master Kyle Knight as Jean-Baptiste Beaumont Drew Nauden as Keno Hannah Minshew as Synnove Oleander Dan Krackhardt as Bubbles Bathington Jonathan Champion as Aelys Sa'Viraan Rachel as Lenore/Valor Woody Minshew as Salvador Montebank If you liked our show, leave us a comment/like. Review us on Apple Podcasts and Spotify and spread the word! Thank you! Tell a friend Spread some joy We love you

Welcome back to another episode of Another Week in the Books! This week, the fellas are diving into their accountability journey as they revisit the "daily habits" list from Chapter I. They've been focused on building strong routines and tracking progress throughout the year, and in this episode, they break down what they've accomplished, where they fell short, and how they plan to stay on track for 2025. From personal wins to lessons learned, this episode is all about self-reflection, growth, and making sure they finish the year strong. Tune in for a candid discussion on the importance of consistency, setting realistic goals, and staying accountable to yourself and those around you. And as always, thank you for your ongoing support—you make this journey even more meaningful. Don't forget to subscribe, leave a comment, and share with others to keep the conversation going! Let's be great this week! Instagram: @anotherweekinthebooks Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

*Tech Gremlins be stronk* With the battle against the Isskaren behind them, the Golden Sentinels face a new challenge: a parley with a member of the Court of the Star. As they continue their sojourn toward Stormgate, what truths lie hidden amongst the heavens or beneath the sands of the desert? While some drift aimlessly, others have found purpose. Can they unite, offering strength to navigate through the shadows of their own souls and forge a path forward for themselves and the world they seek to heal? *This campaign takes place in Regolus, but requires no prior knowledge of the world or previous campaigns or episodes.* Find your way to the scrying pool known as Bards of New York. Catch us live on Wednesdays 6:00pm EST at https://www.twitch.tv/bardsofnewyork​​​ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/bardsofnewyork Discord: https://discord.gg/4zVZ6BdbSA Tiktok: https://tinyurl.com/mrcbx5yj Podcast: https://linktr.ee/bardsofnewyork​​ Cast: Will Champion as Dungeon Master Kyle Knight as Jean-Baptiste Beaumont Drew Nauden as Keno Hannah Minshew as Synnove Oleander Dan Krackhardt as Bubbles Bathington Jonathan Champion as Aelys Sa'Viraan Rachel as Lenore/Valor Woody Minshew as Salvador Montebank If you liked our show, leave us a comment/like. Review us on Apple Podcasts and Spotify and spread the word! Thank you! Tell a friend Spread some joy We love you

Drake made her Broadway debut in the 1975 Leslie Lee's play The First Breeze of Summer and the following year appeared in Great Performances production. She later was regular cast member on the two short-lived sitcoms: Snip (1976) and Sanford Arms (1977). During her career, Drake appeared in more than 70 films and television series. She made her big screen debut in 1975 appearing in films Report to the Commissioner and Friday Foster, and in 1977 had supporting role opposite Richard Pryor in the comedy film Which Way Is Up?. In 1979 she co-starred in the miniseries Backstairs at the White House and the made-for-television movie The Cracker Factory. She made guest-starring appearances on television series such as Good Times, Welcome Back, Kotter, The Love Boat, The Jeffersons, Highway to Heaven, Thirtysomething, L.A. Law, The Jamie Foxx Show, The Steve Harvey Show, The Parent 'Hood and The Bernie Mac Show. Drake appeared in films such as The Last Married Couple in America (1980), Xanadu (1980), Oh, God! Book II (1980), First Monday in October (1981), Jo Jo Dancer, Your Life Is Calling (1986), Alien Nation (1988), House Party (1990), Across the Tracks (1991), Boomerang (1992), Jason's Lyric (1994), Space Jam (1996), How to Be a Player (1997), Anywhere But Here (1999), Leprechaun in the Hood (2000), Friday After Next (2002), Wild Hogs (2007) and Influence (2020). Drake appeared in the 1980 made-for-television drama Scared Straight! Another Story, the 1987 thriller Billionaire Boys Club, and the 1989 miniseries The Women of Brewster Place. She was regular cast member in the 1990 short-lived sitcom New Attitude. From 1989 to 1993 she had recurring role on A Different World playing Velma Gaines and later had recurring roles on Martin and Another Bad Creation. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

When last we left our adventurers, the “Golden Sentinels”, had finally departed from Faleeria once more, eyes toward the city of black stone, Disterra. The hours before embarking into the Lifeless Sea were far from uneventful. Stella left Synnove's side, and Lenore returned to it, though this 'Valor' appeared to be more hollow than her former self. Synnove and Aelys each are struggling to find their paths and purposes, with Katari and JB offering guidance respectively. Now; Synnove, Valor, Theagus, Katari, JB and Aelys must pass through Storm's Gap, against a ticking clock… and who knows how these Sentinels will fair… *This campaign takes place in Regolus, but requires no prior knowledge of the world or previous campaigns or episodes.* Find your way to the scrying pool known as Bards of New York. Catch us live on Wednesdays 6:00pm EST at https://www.twitch.tv/bardsofnewyork​​​ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/bardsofnewyork Discord: https://discord.gg/4zVZ6BdbSA Tiktok: https://tinyurl.com/mrcbx5yj Podcast: https://linktr.ee/bardsofnewyork​​ Cast: Will Champion as Dungeon Master Kyle Knight as Jean-Baptiste Beaumont Drew Nauden as Keno Hannah Minshew as Synnove Oleander Dan Krackhardt as Bubbles Bathington Jonathan Champion as Aelys Sa'Viraan Rachel as Lenore/Valor Woody Minshew as Salvador Montebank If you liked our show, leave us a comment/like. Review us on Apple Podcasts and Spotify and spread the word! Thank you! Tell a friend Spread some joy We love you

Welcome back to Another Week in the Books! After a brief hiatus, we're back feeling refreshed and ready to elevate our game in 2025. In Chapter XV, Spike Lou and Rich dive into the essentials of personal growth, including the importance of surrounding yourself with a solid team, creating your own opportunities, and eliminating excuses. This year is all about stepping up, taking ownership, and pushing yourself to reach new heights. We all owe it to ourselves to make the most of every opportunity and design the life we truly want. It's going to be a big year, Bookworms—let's make it count. Tune in, level up, and get better with us this week! Instagram: @anotherweekinthebooks Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Our adventurers, the “Golden Sentinels” (if Gold has any say in the matter) have devoted themselves to a new purpose, at least for a time. These newly minted initiates have been charged with a grave and perilous task: to seek out the scattered Lighthouses of the realm and reclaim the fabled Heraldic Beacons, lest they fall into the clutches of darker forces. Yet, before their fateful journey could properly unfold, the party fractured from within.As the seeds of romance began to blossom between Theagus and Iridia, and as the bonds of camaraderie grew ever stronger among the company, a shadow loomed. In a moment meant for sparring but lost to wrath, Aelys drove Lenore to the very precipice of death. And as Lenore slipped into the veiled realm beyond, V offered a choice both merciful and dreadful—a hand stretched out to bring her back from the abyss.In the wake of such grievous sorrow, we ask you to join us within this Dark Age and take part in our tale together.*This campaign takes place in Regolus, but requires no prior knowledge of the world or previous campaigns or episodes.*Bards of New York is proudly sponsored by Magic Mind: the Mental Performance Shot, specifically designed for creatives like us! Packed with amazing, healthy ingredients and a perfect addition to your daily routine.https://magicmind.com/BARDSOF20 for 20% off your first order!Find your way to the scrying pool known as Bards of New York.Catch us live on Wednesdays 6:00pm EST at https://www.twitch.tv/bardsofnewyork Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/bardsofnewyorkDiscord: https://discord.gg/4zVZ6BdbSATiktok: https://tinyurl.com/mrcbx5yjPodcast: https://linktr.ee/bardsofnewyork Cast:Will Champion as Dungeon MasterKyle Knight as Jean-Baptiste BeaumontDrew Nauden as ...Hannah Minshew as Synnove OleanderDan Krackhardt as Bubbles BathingtonJonathan Champion as Aelys Sa'ViraanRachel as LenoreWoody Minshew as Salvador MontebankIf you liked our show, leave us a comment/like. Review us on Apple Podcasts and Spotify and spread the word! Thank you!Tell a friendSpread some joyWe love you

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Having taken the Sentinel Paradigm, our adventurers join the secret order. However, questions and answers about the divine beg addressing. As secrets linger and truths are slow to surface, tension stirs within the fellowship. Minds intertwine, harsh words are spoken, and promises made with confidence prove a heavier burden than expected. *This campaign takes place in Regolus, but requires no prior knowledge of the world or previous campaigns or episodes.* Bards of New York is proudly sponsored by Magic Mind: the Mental Performance Shot, specifically designed for creatives like us! Packed with amazing, healthy ingredients and a perfect addition to your daily routine. https://magicmind.com/BARDSOF20 for 20% off your first order! Find your way to the scrying pool known as Bards of New York. Catch us live on Wednesdays 6:00pm EST at https://www.twitch.tv/bardsofnewyork​​​ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/bardsofnewyork Discord: https://discord.gg/4zVZ6BdbSA Tiktok: https://tinyurl.com/mrcbx5yj Podcast: https://linktr.ee/bardsofnewyork​​ Cast: Will Champion as Dungeon Master Kyle Knight as Jean-Baptiste Beaumont Drew Nauden as ... Hannah Minshew as Synnove Oleander Dan Krackhardt as Bubbles Bathington Jonathan Champion as Aelys Sa'Viraan Rachel Knight as Lenore Woody Minshew as Salvador Montebank If you liked our show, leave us a comment/like. Review us on Apple Podcasts and Spotify and spread the word! Thank you! Tell a friend Spread some joy We love you

Welcome back to Another Week in the Books, where authenticity meets meaningful conversation. This week, Spike Lou and Kieron are joined by the insightful Portia Renee to dive into a thought-provoking discussion. Topics include honoring the late, legendary Nikki Giovanni, the latest J. Cole apology, and why society seems to revel in seeing the mighty fall. Plus, we explore whether our emotions can cloud our judgment when it comes to individuals the culture deems "problematic." It's a lively and fun conversation, full of real talk and fresh perspectives. Be sure to like, subscribe, and share with your people. Thank you for being a part of this growing community. Let's make this week one for the books! Instagram: @anotherweekinthebooks E-mail: AWITB2022@gmail.com

Praised as heroes for saving the blighted city of Faleeria, the party looks inward to address the repercussions of their battle with Purpose. Deals are made, clarity is found, revelations are had. A new path is illuminated. *This campaign takes place in Regolus, but requires no prior knowledge of the world or previous campaigns or episodes.* Bards of New York is proudly sponsored by Magic Mind: the Mental Performance Shot, specifically designed for creatives like us! Packed with amazing, healthy ingredients and a perfect addition to your daily routine. https://magicmind.com/BARDSOF20 for 20% off your first order! Find your way to the scrying pool known as Bards of New York. Catch us live on Wednesdays 6:00pm EST at https://www.twitch.tv/bardsofnewyork​​​ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/bardsofnewyork Discord: https://discord.gg/4zVZ6BdbSA Tiktok: https://tinyurl.com/mrcbx5yj Podcast: https://linktr.ee/bardsofnewyork​​ Cast: Will Champion as Dungeon Master Kyle Knight as Jean-Baptiste Beaumont Drew Nauden as ... Hannah Minshew as Synnove Oleander Dan Krackhardt as Bubbles Bathington Jonathan Champion as Aelys Sa'Viraan Rachel Knight as Lenore Woody Minshew as Salvador Montebank If you liked our show, leave us a comment/like. Review us on Apple Podcasts and Spotify and spread the word! Thank you! Tell a friend Spread some joy We love you

Welcome back to Another Week in the Books, where authenticity meets meaningful conversation. This week, Spike Lou and Kieron tackle some thought-provoking topics, including Steve Harvey's advice for men navigating marriage, the backlash surrounding the Phoenix Mercury's tone-deaf photo shoot, and an inspiring discussion about visualizing the best-case scenario for their lives. Thank you, as always, for tuning in! Don't forget to comment, rate, and share the episode to keep the conversation going. Let's be great this week! Instagram: @anotherweekinthebooks E-mail: AWITB2022@gmail.com