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If you’ve jumped in the middle, here’s Chapter One.After I killed the wolves, Beowulf took a liking to me, as much of a liking as he took to anyone. It became my job to pour Beowulf’s mead. That first night, very drunk, he said to me, “I would make you my squire, were there any more battles to fight.” I remember thinking he was silly for saying this. A foolish old drunk with his glory days behind him. Still, it was with trepidation that I answered, “Does my Lord mean to say that I am no longer a slave?”Beowulf asked me, “Do you have any place else to go?”“No,” I told him.“Nor do I,” he said, lifting his cup. For a while, I thought poison would be the way. But I knew nothing of poisons or herbs. I didn’t even know who to ask. Even young, and foolish as I was, I knew it would not do for the King’s cupbearer to be heard asking questions about poisons.I wonder if Beowulf thought me a coward. It's not a bad guess. Most men are, after all. Or maybe he wanted me to try to kill him. He was old, and tired and perhaps all he wanted was one last fight so he could take his place in that mead hall in the sky. He had outlived all his enemies, and all around him were cowed. The Thanes and Jarls jockeyed for position, politick’d among their meat and mead, and prepared for that day when their ring-giver would give no more. They would fight amongst themselves, as dogs do for scraps, but even though Beowulf was old, they were all afraid to contest with him.I decided I would slit his throat in the middle of the great feast for the visit of Hanclaf, Beowulf’s most powerful Thane. Hanclaf lived three days' ride to the East. He was a Lord of the March, that strip of land that lay between the territory of the Sea-Geats and the unruly tribes beyond. In the absence of Beowulf, Hanclaf would have been a king in own right. But he had seen what had happened to the others, and sworn fealty. Now I can see that was just good sense, but the younger version of myself thought that we would be supping with a coward and his men.My plan, such as I had formulated one, was to wait until late in the night. When Beowulf was well and truly drunk, then I would slit his throat where all could see.But there was no feast.When Hanclaf’s men came, they entered carrying a dying man and presented him as if he was a gift. From underneath the sheepskins came moans and the stench of burned flesh. There were no long speeches. No gifts, no ritual greetings. Hanclaf stopped in the doorway, blocking most of it with his great size and said but one word. “Dragon.”They had greased the burned man with chunks of melted animal fat. I have not seen, before or since, a man so harmed yet still living. When the cover slipped from his legs, I could see that  flesh of them was charcoal. The warmth of the hall melted the fat they had slathered his wounds with and it ran down his legs and dripped thick blackness onto the stone floor.With some tenderness Beowulf went to the man and knelt beside him.In pained whispers the man told his tale to Beowulf. He had been taken as a slave by Hanclaf. Then he escaped and had fled to the coast. There, while searching for a place to hide from pursuers, he had found he an ancient barrow that containing the riches of a people who had been forgotten long ago.But that was not all he found. There also was a burning one, an old harrower of the dark, the worm of fire called by men a Dragon. So the slave had run, taking with him, only a cup of the finest gold.“How do you know this wretch he tells the truth?” one of Beowulf’s worthless, drunken Thanes had demanded.Beowulf stepped to the side, and revealed the burned man’s hand. It too was charred, and melted into the very bones of it was thick layer of gold that had once been a cup.The burned man shivered uncontrollably and Beowulf commanded that he be moved closer to the fire. The slave started screaming before the pallet was even lifted. Beowulf steadied the man with a gentleness that I had never seen in him before.Hanclaf watched all of this moment and then asked, “My King?”Beowulf waved him off and continued whispering to the slave. The sounds of the burned man’s misery grew quieter. And all of us searched each other’s faces, for some sign of what should be done next.Finally, Hanclaf said “When we rode here, three farms had been burned and a small village. The gods alone know how many have been ruined since. I have come for men, men brave enough to face this Dragon. Such men will I lead back in the morning. I will gather the Thanes, and destroy this monster.”It wasn't much of a speech, but the Thanes cheered it anyway. When the cheering died out, then everyone heard the low, phlegmy chuckling, that sounded more volcanic than human. Laughing, Beowulf rose from beside the slave.“What jest is this my King?” Hanclaf asked.But Beowulf's laughter grew and grew. I saw that the slave was dead and that Beowulf held in his hand a freshly-blooded dagger. He asked, “How can you face a Dragon when you don’t even have the stomach to spare a dying man his misery? There is your slave, Hanclaf. There is your cup. Why not take them and go? Better yet, why bring them at all, if you are such a hero? Why not face your dragon alone?”Hanclaf had no reply.Into the silence, Beowulf said, "Not one of you is even fit to be my squire. You have warred with men, but none of you have the strength, the tempered hate in your heart to do what is required." Then he pointed the bloody dagger at me and said, "Except for you.”That was the happiest moment of my life. That was the moment I knew I would have my revenge. Many things happen in the heat of battle which can not be remembered or explained afterwards. This battle with the Dragon would be the perfect concealment for my bloody and most deserved revenge.“Bring your spear,” he told me. As he said it, he smiled.“What about us?” one of the Thanes asked.Beowulf said, “Yes. Bring spears. When you drop them and flee it will give Wiglaf something to pick up.” Get full access to How It's Written by Patrick E. McLean at patrickemclean.substack.com/subscribe

This is Chapter Two of Beowulf and the Dragon. If you missed it, here’s Chapter One. After I was captured, it was ten years before Beowulf spoke to me again. I would hear him, singing in the mead hall, berating his Thanes even as he showered them with rings. His cries were louder even than the mighty horns that blew when he rode to battle, and he would wake everyone yelling for the gate to open when he came back from a raid. In those days, they would straggle in for hours behind him. I remember, as I collected what was left of the horses, thinking maybe those who didn’t come back had been the lucky ones.And understand, this would be from a fight they had won. Beowulf, it seemed, never lost. But I don’t ever remember seeing him enjoy a victory. He was never nervous before a fight, but he was never sated after. If anything, he returned more ill at ease. He paced the length of his great hall like a trapped animal, only settling when he had managed to drink himself into a stupor.The night he broke his silence with me, I was clearing the wreckage of a victory feast. The few men who were left had gathered by the fire. Vulfgar had thrown one of the benches onto the blaze, and all the men cheered as it burned. They told each other stories about how brave and strong they were, and cheered in acclaim of each other’s untested mettle.At the center of it all , sat the mighty Beowulf. He ignored the foolish boasting, drank his mead and stared into the fire.These were not the men who had done deeds and fought in the battles, you see. These were the younger men. The ones who enjoyed the spoils without paying the price. The sons of warriors. The warriors were almost all dead and gone. Few on either side of a battle fared well when Beowulf was involved. Yet, he was thought a good King for the numbers of brave men he led to their place in Valhalla.The door to the meadhall was thrown open and a man in a blood-covered sheepskin burst in. The cold wind sucked the warmth out of the hall in an instant. The men cried out to complain, but when they saw the blood-soaked man, they fell silent. The man knelt before the King and said but one word. ‘Monster.'Beowulf smiled.He rose from his seat and the years seemed to fall away from him. He glanced around the hall to see who would sally forth with him. But none would meet his eye. Their boasts were hollow and their manhoods cheap.But I did not look away. At the time I thought he mistook the murderous gleam in my eye for bravery. I was on fire with the hope that this was the night that the mighty Beowulf would be murdered by a horrible thing in the cold dark.You may not believe me when I tell you that the dark was darker and the cold was colder back then. And those things lurked in those long winter nights. The open oceans were ruled by monsters, as were the deeps of the earth and the forests. Men stamped a less confident tread across the skin of the Earth. Many sneer at such tales now, but that is a luxury. In that day there were still those alive who had lost loved ones to the things that gnashed their teeth beyond the the feeble torchlight of man.Beowulf told me to fetch a spear. But he would not take it when I brought it to him. We rode upland, to what was then the farthest pasture. He made his Thanes bring torches, but he would not allow them to carry weapons. He said, ‘One is enough. One spear for each monster.’ And then he laughed like thunder in the falling snow.The frightened shepherd took us to where his animal lay, torn apart. The entrails had been dragged off towards the glacier. The smell was terrible. I still don’t understand how something that ate only sweet hay could smell so foul. I think all of us believed that the man's sheep had been the victim of some creature from the wrong side of the night.Beowulf, barely gave the mess in the snow a glance, and said, "It is a wolf. No more."The Thanes, both hungry for glory and fearing for their lives, disagreed. How could he be certain? There were, it was widely known, all manner of monsters.Beowulf silenced them with a look.The Shepherd came forward and beseeched Beowulf, son of Ecgtheow, Lord of the Meadhall. "You take my mutton your table, my Lord. I ask you to protect my home from the monsters of the night."Beowulf nodded to the man and patted him on the shoulder. Then he looked to us and said, "There are no more monsters. Which of you will stay?”The Thanes turned away and babbled excuses. Beowulf laughed and said, "I will leave Wiglaf and his spear.” This shocked me. Not the least because, I didn’t know he knew my name. Beowulf added, “If the creature comes back and eats another sheep, it is a wolf. If the creature comes back and eats Wiglaf, it is a monster.”“So they left me with a spear to wait out the cold night. The shepherd was kind enough to give me sheepskins, uncured and smelly, but warm enough. I piled them on and sat. I must have slept, but I do not remember it. When the dawn came I was still alive, but something had come and drug the carcass away without me seeing it.I became afraid for what might happen to me for failing in my duty. I know now that Beowulf was just using me to shame the others. In his heart, he probably hoped that a monster would take me, just so another monster would exist for him to conquer.At dawn, I ranged along the base of the glacier, until I found wolves living in a cave. They were pathetic creatures, and winter had driven them to the edge of starvation. There were no pups among them.But the biggest one, would not retreat into the back of the cave with the others. He would not even growl. He looked at me as Beowulf had looked at me when he had captured me. No rage, no foolishness. Just empty and ready for whatever might come. An endlessness in his eyes.For that look, I killed the old wolf. Out of pity, I killed the rest. Starved as they were, they would not have lasted another week. Weakness is a tragedy in savage things.When I returned to the hall I threw the wolf’s head on the table, leaving it to bounce and splatter amid the Thanes’ breakfast. Then I had no troops, no crown, no holdfast, no ring hoard. I had nothing to lose, so I was fearless. Now I have much to lose and I fear almost everything.I told the room that they need not be afraid anymore, for I had killed their monster. Beowulf laughed and laughed. Get full access to How It's Written by Patrick E. McLean at patrickemclean.substack.com/subscribe

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On December 3, 2014, a 7-year-old girl named Destiny Gonzalez was killed while crossing State Street in Springfield, Massachusetts. What gets lost in the shocking statistics about the number of pedestrians who die each year in traffic crashes—4,884 in the U.S. in 2014, more than 6,700 in 2020—is that they aren't “statistics” at all, or even “pedestrians” really, but people with names, who had hopes and dreams, and family and friends forever changed by the loss of their loved one. That was certainly the case with Destiny, who was killed while leaving the Central Library with her mother and cousin. She also left behind a father, siblings, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends. Something else that gets lost in these discussions is how our streets got so unsafe to begin with. Our streets, roads, and stroads are designed according to values so embedded that traffic engineers themselves might not be constantly aware of them. That's a problem because you can't fix something you don't even know exists. It's also the topic this week on the Strong Towns Podcast. In this episode, Chuck Marohn reads an excerpt from the first chapter of Confessions of a Recovering Engineer. Chuck describes why the high costs of the North American transportation system—costs in life and injury, as well as time and prosperity—are the byproduct of the values at the heart of traffic engineering. He also explains why the values of engineers, including traffic speed and traffic volume, aren't the values most people would prioritize. Confessions of a Recovering Engineer is available everywhere on Wednesday, though if you preorder now you can get immediate access to Chapter One (along with these other great bonuses).

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Author’s Note: This is the first in a seven-episode podcast/serialization of Patrick E. McLean’s new novella. It will be available on Amazon and where ever audiobooks are sold shortly. But in the meantime, if you want the whole thing, you can subscribe and get it all right now. Beowulf and the DragonCHAPTER ONECold. No wind. No hope.The men stood on the walls of the Ringfort, staring down at the fires of the enemy encampments. The smoke rose in unbroken columns, rising and rising and rising until it dissipated among the cold, indifferent stars.As the King walked the wall, he knew better than to try and count the fires on the plain. Too many, too many and one, too many and two.The King stopped and warmed himself by one of the watch fires. He felt the men’s secret, sidelong gazes. They looked to him for signs of fear and for reasons to hope, but they dared not speak. After a time, the King said, “If we went down there, we would find that most of those fires are empty.”“I will follow where you lead, my liege,” Heathgan said, and was rewarded by grim laughter.“Don’t be so eager,” the King said, clapping Heathgan on the back, “They’ll be in your lap the morning. Who knows? After climbing the hill, they may even be too tired to fight.”The men laughed because it made them feel better to act brave. But when the laughter died away they all stood as equals before death.When he was no longer able to hide his fear, the King descended from the walls. In this desperate hour showing weakness, even in front of his most loyal me  n, could be fatal. He felt twice-prisoned in his strong place upon the hill. So it was that the Thane, Lord and Ring-giver of this strong house of Geats, sought to hide himself away in the stable.In the stable, a small coal fire had been set in a brazier. And this place, at least, had the smell of warm, contented animals. He almost knew a moment of peace, but from the darkness, came the sound of steel scraping across stone. He put a hand to his sword and turned.There, clad in little more than rags and filth, was the stable boy, sharpening a long knife. The King laughed, but like all of his laughter this night, it rang hollow. He was troubled by the eyes that peered out from beneath the mop of unkempt black hair. All this long night the King had wandered through his fort, cheering and comforting his men. His scarred and tested men had done their best to put on a brave face for their commander, but they were no fools. Everyone knew what the dawn would bring. And in every man’s eye he had found fear. But not in the stable boy’s. The boy did not flinch beneath his King’s gaze. Instead, it was the King who looked away.The King asked the stable boy, “You are thinking of battle?”The only answer the boy gave was the rasp of edge across stone.The King laughed at this and said, “At least you've got the good sense to sit inside by a fire instead of standing on a cold wall looking down at your doom.” He pulled a wooden stool close to the warmth of the brazier, drew his sword and sat with the flat of the blade across his thighs.The boy sharpened.The King threw a few more hunks of charcoal in the brazier and said, “We are both sleepless on the eve of battle. But which of us has the most excitement, and which most dread?"The boy sharpened."Has anyone told you stories of Beowulf, who was King before me?” the King asked."You are my King, and I have no other before you,” he said, grinding the metal."No, no, not me. I am just what was left over. A small man who managed to survive from an age of heroes. I am not one of those men who warred with giants and the monsters they bred. It is of Ecgtheow's son, Beowulf whom I would speak. A true Geat and a true King. I am…” the King faltered, not wanting to give voice to the full depth of his failings.“But you,” the King continued with a wry smile, “You are not a Geat. You were brought here. A Scyllan collected on a raid? Scyllan like those who camp outside our walls?“This earned the King one sharp nod.“Did you know that I was also taken? I am by birth a Scythian. Only my people never came to rescue me.”“You mock me.”“A little. I mock myself more. None in that horde at the bottom of the hill will recognize you, nor will claim you if they do. Not in the heat of battle which is to come. It is well you sharpen that knife. You will need a blade, ere the morrow is finished with us. And just as you will need that blade, I will need every man and boy if any of us are to survive.”"As my Liege says.”“I can see the murder in your eye. You would kill me with that knife of yours, drop over the wall into the snow, and take your chances with the Scyllans.” The blade stopped grinding against the stone.“Who told you?”“No one told me, boy. Do you imagine you are the only slave who has ever had hate in his heart? But you fear for your skin, if not for your soul, and that makes a coward of you, as it did of me."Are you a Christian, then? Like those at the bottom of my hill? One true God, eh? I can see a God with one eye, but one God? Only one!?!” He paused trying to make sense of it. “It’s too bleak. What if he doesn’t pick your side in the battle? That's it, eh? What happens when there are two armies of your own kind? Is your God torn then? How does he decide?”“The Lord, my God, protects the meek.”“Haven't you heard the songs they sing around their campfires? Far from meek. They believe victory is in their grasp. They are no heroes. They are small men like the rest of us. They are not on the scale of the ones who came before, of Beowulf.“When the Geats took me they came out of the mist, like a nightmare. They had drawn their long ships up upon our shores in the dead of night. It takes a brave man to sail by the light of the moon. The kind of a man who is not afraid of swimming alone in the open ocean even among monsters."They rode our village down on short ponies, stubby little animals, not like these noble steeds,” He gestured to the drowsing horses around him. “I thought it was funny when I saw those warriors coming through the morning fog on ponies. But I stopped laughing  when I heard my mother scream.“When she was pierced by a spear. I could only stand there, unable to believe that she was dead. As I tried to get her to rise, I was knocked down. I rolled under a cart. For a time I hid my face as battle rang out around me. I thought that if I did not open my eyes again until my mother called me, she would not be dead.“It was when I heard my father cry out that I opened them. The battle was all but over. The village was ablaze. But even so, my father called out for their leader, for him to fight, in the old way, man to man, to settle the battle.“They cut him down?" asked the lad, warming to the tale."That's what you or I would have done, because you and I are small men of good sense and low cunning, but it is not what Beowulf did. My father was a blacksmith, a huge man. I still remember how he fought with his sword in one hand and his hammer in the other. He kept five men at bay as he yelled his challenge.“Then a voice called ‘Halt!’ A   man in a battered shirt of chainmail dismounted and removed his helmet. Those eyes. Such a gaze Beowulf had. And why not? He had seen wonders and terrors as have now been banished from our gentled earth. Even before I knew his tale, I could see the memories of those things reflected in his eyes. In a few generations, they will just be stories, only good for scaring children. But to see those eyes for yourself, lad, was to know that those things were not tales. That once they had been real."Beowulf, was not even a King then. He was just a mighty captain, deep in the bloody work of carving out a domain from the world of men. He drew his sword and cast it aside, just threw it away as you might a discard a chicken bone you had just gnawed clean. Even I knew you shouldn't treat a weapon like that, but swords had failed him in the past, and he no longer trusted them.“He walked right up to my father, within range of both his sword and hammer, and looked him in the eye. It is still strange that my father did nothing. As I see it now, he could have just stabbed him,” the King thrust the tip of his sword into the coals, causing the guttering flames to flare and jump, “just like that. But my father stood there, until Beowulf said, ‘Well?’”“Then my father swung and  Beowulf spun out of the way. He grabbed my father’s arm as he turned. My father tried to break free, but Beowulf just laughed. Not a deep laugh, but a surprised chuckle. Before my father thought to swing the hammer, there was a snapping noise. Beowulf broke my father’s arm and then stabbed him with his own sword."I could hear nothing. I could think nothing. The horror of it has never left me. And even though I have done horrible things and ordered worse, it is that day I have carried with me.”The stable boy’s jaw was hanging open. He shut it with a clacking of teeth. “Beowulf looked at my father’s sword and the blood on it in disgust, then hurled it into the woods. He turned his back and walked away. Even though I was only a boy of six, I went for him. I loved my mother and my father. What was left for me but a good death in battle and a place in the mead hall of Valhalla? I picked up my father’s hammer and charged. So strange, I was not afraid of death then. But now, having seen so much of it...” The King paused with the strangeness of his realization.The stable boy asked, “What happened?”“He backhanded me into the mud. I struggled to rise. Hell, I struggled to breathe. He said, ‘You’ve got fight in you.’ Then everything went black.”“And then?” the stable boy asked.The King shrugged. “The stable, just like you. And while I hated the man who had killed my mother, my father, and my entire village, I was powerless to do anything about it.”The King pointed at the boy with his sword. “People were less trusting then. They didn’t let me have a knife. Not at first. I had to learn to hide my hate to get a chance at revenge.”“And did you?”“Did I what?”“Kill him? Isn’t that how you became King?”“That is how one becomes a victor. And there is a world of difference between winning a Kingdom and keeping it.”“But did you?”The King smiled. “And why should I tell you my tale as you glare at me from across my own fire?" When the boy did not answer, the King said, "I will make you a bargain. I need every man tomorrow. But, I do not think you are fully committed to our cause.”The boy smiled for the first time.“So I will tell you my tale, and if it convinces you that I am a King worth fighting for…”The boy spat on the stone and resumed grinding the edge.“Then you will fight for us at dawn.”“It’s a false bargain,” said the boy, “If I don’t agree to fight for you, you will have me killed.”“I could kill you now. If I cry out, even if you do manage to slip your well-sharpened blade between my ribs, you will die within moments.”“If I listen and do not agree, will you let me go?”“No,” said the King. “I will do better. I will cast aside my sword, like mighty Beowulf, and give you the chance to slip your knife in my belly.”“Why would you do that?”The King sighed and cracked one of his knees. “Because I’m old and tired. Because I am no hero, and not much of a King,  at least not in the way that men once were Kings. Tomorrow I die, one way or another. I do not believe in the stinginess of just one God, but such Gods as I believe in… well, let’s just say, I have been a King long enough to appreciate how convenient it is that the only way to get into Valhalla is for man to die in battle.”“You are a godless man,” said the stable boy, not a question, but a statement of fact.“So you can kill me, and it will seem that I committed suicide. My men will break, perhaps there will be no battle. But like as not they — your good Christian Scyllans — will kill everyone in the name of their One True God anyway. You’ll be dead. I’ll be dead. But since all of that seems fated to happen anyway, at least you will have the satisfaction of your revenge.”For a long time there was silence. Then the knife touched the stone again. “Deal,” said the boy.“First, what is your name?”“Hargth.”“Very well, Hargth. My name, my true name, is Wiglaf. And this is my tale.” Get full access to How It's Written by Patrick E. McLean at patrickemclean.substack.com/subscribe

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Amie reads you the first chapter of her new book, The Rules Upheld By No One. Enjoy! If you like what you hear, the book is currently available on Amazon in all major regions. Click here for US. Click here for Australia. Otherwise, simply google the book's title and it should point you to the correct store for you. Also available through Barnes and Noble and soon to be available through Book Depository.

Narrated by: Felpata_Lupin Advisories: none Summary: Arthur and Gideon have been best mates for years, but it's not until they're both finished at Hogwarts that Arthur really sees Gideon's younger sister, Molly in a new light. And from that moment on, he knows that she's the girl for him. https://fanfictalk.com/archive/viewstory.php?sid=3860

The group finds themselves in a sparkly magical fairy filled forest. There, they self actualize while somebody talks to them about a quest they don't really care about. Caleb does his best Jack Nicholson impression. Allison comforts a friend. Leo waxes philosophical. Freya didn't learn much Spanish this summer. Skyler turns into the Magic School Bus? I guess?!✨You can find all our stuff at https://linktr.ee/wcwbw! Use that link to share the show!Join us on Discord! https://discord.gg/Z5bBjYHURcChat with us about the show, share Hogwarts memes and pet photos, earn points for your house and more!Episode transcripts and more are available on our website:https://whycantwebewizards.com/Follow us on Twitter: https://twitter.com/WhyNotWizardsIf you like our show, please consider rating and reviewing us on Apple Podcasts or wherever you download podcasts.Special thanks to Tablestory, the creators of our game system:https://www.tablestory.tv/waw/https://twitter.com/ATablestory

Part Two: Chapter One in a series that will take you through the entire Unmasking Prejudice: Silencing the Internal Voice of Bigotry Audio Book by Dr. Melodye Hilton Prejudice is a word that is often associated solely with race. However, the truth is that we pre-judge all the time based upon countless factors, including gender, age, race, beliefs, politics, or any other infinite number of minute differences; it is a common habit for all of humanity to form an opinion without facts, firsthand experience, and without empathy and value for our fellow man. What if these habits changed? What if our default response was first to love, to learn, and to listen? In 'Unmasking Prejudice: Silencing the Internal Voice of Bigotry', Dr. Melodye Hilton thoughtfully addresses: The many faces of prejudice and bigotry; Pre-judgment and assumption as societal stumbling blocks; The dangers of gossip, rumors, and slander; The personal pain of prejudice through real-life stories; and Our responsibility as humans to stop devaluation by representing a restorative influence. 'Unmasking Prejudice: Silencing the Internal Voice of Bigotry' invites all of us to recognize and remove the hidden masks of prejudice so that we can have a hand in changing the cultural narrative and bringing healing to our land. In Episodes 76 to 90 you are able to listen to the entire audio book. The Audio Book can be purchased on Amazon.

Audio book style reading of the The Teachings of Lord Chaitanya narrated by Nirantara Dasa. This is chapter one titled, Teachings to Rupa Goswami.

Chapter One is a year-long series focussing on the new Pieper High School (Comal ISD) in San Antonio, TX. Colton Bean (Assistant Director) takes us through the excitement, the triumphs, and yes, the frustrations of establishing a new band program. Throughout the season we will be there every step of the way as the band plays their first note, takes their first step, and comes together to establish the Pieper Band of Warriors! Episode 1 focuses on getting to know Colton as well as the steps taken by the Pieper Band of Warriors leading into the summer of 2021. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/sketchbookpodcast/message

This week's Free story comes from the Life as a Martian Collection It's called Chapter One: The Anomaly in Greenhorn When the Nebraska family lands in Greenhorn, there's a lot they don't know — including the fact that they are Martians sent to Earth as undercover researchers. As they become accustomed to their new town, they study the local culture and even shuttle their youngest son to a podcast camp where he hosts a new show ... and reveals their true identity. Each week on the Sparkle Stories Podcast, we share a free story from one of our original story series! For many many many more stories like this one, visit the Sparkle website: www.sparklestories.com Questions? Ideas? Requests? Email us! customerservice@sparklestories.com Enjoy!

This week's Free story comes from the Life as a Martian Collection It's called Chapter One: The Anomaly in Greenhorn When the Nebraska family lands in Greenhorn, there's a lot they don't know — including the fact that they are Martians sent to Earth as undercover researchers. As they become accustomed to their new town, they study the local culture and even shuttle their youngest son to a podcast camp where he hosts a new show ... and reveals their true identity. Each week on the Sparkle Stories Podcast, we share a free story from one of our original story series! For many many many more stories like this one, visit the Sparkle website: www.sparklestories.com Questions? Ideas? Requests? Email us! customerservice@sparklestories.com Enjoy!

A story about heartbreak, art, murder, and a Billion dollar heist. The Lie is told by a dyslexic drifter, who accidentally becomes a computer coder,  then is recruited into hacking a global financial network. He also falls in love, more than once, with the wrong girl.

Paul's First Letter to the Thessalonians, Chapter One, Verses 1-5, 8b-10Karen Hennings once again is a guest on the pod and she talks about Paul's emphasis on faith, hope and love in the introduction to this short letter to the Thessalonians. She talks about how good things come in threes and compares this with the Trinity. Of course, I can't stay silent and throw my own two cents in there as well ;)Want to be a guest on a pod? Email me at pdjoezenk@gmail.com

Pastor Bryan Boyle brings the message from 1 Timothy Chapter One

A friend of the crew needs a favor.This episode is brought to you by the generous donations of our amazing Show Sponsors: Laura Pickrahn, Darrin Katzska, Irene Viorritto, Ryan Royce, Darrell DeLaney, Jessica Smith, Charles Compton, Danielle Bramhall-Smith, Nastasia Raulerson, The Kamm Family, David Scrams, Elizabeth Clark, Andy Dossett, Rebekah Gowman, deviouspoptart, Eðvarð Arnór Sigurðsson, Michael Clark, Eric Witman, and Shelby Johnson.

Your hosts Angie Dahl and Lizzie Sáenz are back to discuss Season 2 of Stargirl! Did you miss us? We missed you. But not as much as we missed Pat Dugan and his thoughtful parenting. The premiere episode of Season 2, “Summer School: Chapter One,” gave us a lot to discuss, so let's get started! LOGLINE: STARGIRL follows high school […] The post Stargirl Podcast Season 2 – Episode 1 – “Summer School: Chapter One” appeared first on DC TV Podcasts.

Your hosts Angie Dahl and Lizzie Sáenz are back to discuss Season 2 of Stargirl! Did you miss us? We missed you. But not as much as we missed Pat Dugan and his thoughtful parenting. The premiere episode of Season 2, "Summer School: Chapter One," gave us a lot to discuss, so let's get started! LOGLINE: STARGIRL follows high school sophomore Courtney Whitmore who inspires an unlikely group of young heroes to stop the villains of the past. This new CW series reimagines Stargirl and the very first superhero team, the Justice Society of America, in a fun, exciting and unpredictable series, produced by Warner Bros. Television, Mad Ghost Productions and Berlanti Productions. Find Stargirl Podcast on: Social Media: Facebook – @StargirlPodcast – Instagram Subscribe: Apple Podcasts – Stitcher Radio – YouTube – DC TV Podcasts – Google Podcasts – iHeartRadio – Spotify – Amazon Music (Coming Soon) – Podchaser – TuneIn (Coming Soon) – Podcast Index Contact: StargirlPodcast@gmail.com Support: TeePublic Store

DC's Stargirl Season 2 officially kicks off with "Summer School: Chapter One," and we're breaking down all the big moments on our podcast. After defeating the ISA in Season 1, Courtney is having a tough time finding crime in Blue Valley, and the young Justice Society of America is ready to call it quits. But in the background, Eclipso is coming - and is a threat big enough to end them all. SUBSCRIBE TO STARGUYS: A STARGIRL PODCAST ON ITUNES, ANDROID, STITCHER, SPOTIFY OR RSS. FOLLOW US ON TWITTER, INSTAGRAM AND FACEBOOK. SUPPORT OUR SHOWS ON PATREON. Support the show: https://www.patreon.com/comicbookclub See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Enjoy the first chapter of this horror classic!--This episode brought to you by Hello Fresh--Want ad free episodes? Listen HEREShop Southern Haunts Merch HERE--IG: @SouthernhauntpodcastFB: Southern Haunts PodcastTwitter: @s_hauntspodcast--Subscribe to Oh! That's A Scary Movie--Music in this episode:https://uppbeat.io/t/kisnou/name-of-the-nighthttps://uppbeat.io/t/ak/midnight-stroll License code: WNT8HKI1FBYUZJMGhttps://uppbeat.io/t/danijel-zambo/friendly-ghost License code: HXQWQMBPM7FB232F"The Haunting Of Lake" originally composed and produced by "VivekSupport the show (http://www.patreon.com/southernhauntspodcast)

Happy International Clown Week! We're kicking off season 2 with our first dose of Stephen King; specifically It Chapter One from 2017. Laugh along with us as we lovingly make fun of a movie that has made grown men cry. Watch our live commentary here. Interact and request movies that scared you @nothingscaresus on IG and Twitter! --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/nothingscaresus/support

Never O'Clock Chapter One

This will be a amazing series it will be Neon Themed and is To be a new ongoing series that may Pass The Original Totally Creepy Series though everything is free and I make no money I still enjoy making series

The season premiere of Callaghan's Corner is here! My guest Nick Hurley is someone I've known for a very long time. Nick and I have a fun conversation about his career path, living in southern Ohio, the great American Restaurants, Crab, his thoughts on the new Cleveland name, etc. ENJOY! --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/danny-callaghan/support

Rev. Brian L. Kachelmeier  Galatians Chapter One Verse One In this lecture, we begin our discussion on Paul’s letter to the baptized in Galatia. Download this lecture by clicking on the link below: Galatians 1 Verse 1

Aliya and Tanner are back with season two! To start off the season and new book right, Aliya reads the reviews from her high school friends about the book and shares some insight into how this book differs from her rewrite. (Spoiler: it's truly a new story — thank God.)Already Aliya and Tanner are relieved that this book has better writing than Confessions of a Kidnapped Runaway, so you have that to look forward to too. Support the show (https://www.buymeacoffee.com/shitwewrote)

The beginning is the end is the end.

Ms Linda Kasonde is the Executive Director for Chapter One Foundation, a lawyer and civil rights activist. She is the immediate past president of the Law Association of Zambia (LAZ) and past Chairperson of the Oasis Forum. Since her tenure at LAZ, Ms Kasonde has continued to advocate for human rights, human rights defenders, women empowerment and social justice. Ms Kasonde is an officer of the Bar Issues Commission and the Africa Regional Forum of the International Bar Association (IBA)  She is an alumna of the prestigious 2014 Archbishop Desmond Tutu Leadership Fellowship. She is also a 2014 alumna of the prestigious United States of America State Department's International Visitor's Leadership Programme (IVLP) on Women in Political and Social Affairs and a 2017 alumna of the United Kingdom's Foreign and Commonwealth Office's International Leaders Programme.

Reynard has made a commitment that he now must follow through on, but will the rest of the party be on board? This episode is brought to you by the generous donations of our amazing Show Sponsors: Laura Pickrahn, Darrin Katzska, Irene Viorritto, Ryan Royce, Darrell DeLaney, Jessica Smith, Charles Compton, Danielle Bramhall-Smith, Nastasia Raulerson, The Kamm Family, David Scrams, Elizabeth Clark, Andy Dossett, Rebekah Gowman, deviouspoptart, Eðvarð Arnór Sigurðsson, Michael Clark, Eric Witman, and Shelby Johnson.

Buck, TJ, Natalie, and Hank left for a mission the other day! Noctis and Allie find themselves wondering what to do for the evening. Also in this episode: Allie (@morganspatola) takes a break from online school. Noctis (@lindseynelsen) tries and reviews some new things. CL3 (@ColinMParker) is alone. Don't forget to write to us on Twitter, @MythTakesCast, to ask us questions, or send theories, or anything else, and you could have your name used for a character! Check out other great podcasts on the network at http://www.scavengersnetwork.com. You can also check out our new merch store at http://www.scavengersnetwork.com/store. Myth Takes is a rotating cast of (Scavengers Network) members. Finally, after you listen to this episode, check out one of the OG podcasts on the network: Spooky Spouses!

After eight years on the shelf, many are saying the smart money is on EA announcing a new Dead Space game at the upcoming EA Play in July. Given the fact that EA have gone back to Mirror's Edge and they're in the process of reviving Skate, it's not a bad shout.   So, obviously enough, this week's Headlines & Hot Takes contains some chatter on whether we'll see a new Dead Space pop up at EA's notE3 event. We also get into our thoughts on what a new Dead Space looks like in 2021. We also discuss the rumblings around WB Games Montreal making a new game (that might be Superman-related). And, of course, we give our in-depth analysis on that Windows 11 livestream during Tech Corner.   Scarlet Nexus gets the once over in Show and Tell. While the combat is really good fun, I wasn't that gone on the story. Meanwhile, Matthew's had a chance to play a bit of Sherlock Holmes: Chapter One. Young Holmes looks very One Direction.   This week's Mystery Steam Reviews is all about video games that explain what you do in their name. And we round out the show by opening The Weekspot mailbag to answer your Burning Questions on whether we cheat, our favourite comedies, and what we do to de-stress.   00:00 Intro 02:50 Information Snacks For Your News Gobs 08:48 New Dead Space rumoured to be revealed at EA Play 2021 21:07 WB Games working on new IP and people want a Superman game 26:02 Windows 11 is real and it's out at the end of this year 30:59 Scarlet Nexus gameplay and review 46:20 Sherlock Holmes Chapter One gameplay and impressions 59:29 Mystery Steam Reviews 1:19:54 Burning Questions    

Numbers Chapter One, census of the Exodus generation, leaders appointed by name, over two million people, Levites not counted, Abraham's promise to multiply fulfilled, redeemed to be part of the army, Scarlet Threads, Jesus Christ

Into The Wood Chapter One

Can be read at https://libcom.org/library/fighting-o...​ This excellent book by Solfed aims to recover some of the lost history of the workers' movement, in order to set out a revolutionary strategy for the present conditions. In clear and accessible prose, the book sets out the anarcho-syndicalist criticisms of political parties and trade unions, engages with other radical traditions such as anarchism, syndicalism and dissident Marxisms, explains what anarcho-syndicalism was in the twentieth century, and how it's relevant - indeed, vital - for workers today. This chapter will introduce the mainstream currents in the workers' movement, from their origins until today. This is done in three parts. First, we look at how trade unions began as a response by workers to the conditions of early capitalism. By forming associations, workers could get the strength in numbers to change the balance of power versus employers. But we will see how, alongside this, a representative function arose, where unions developed a life independent of their membership and began to operate over their heads, mediating and ultimately diminishing their power within the limits set down by capital and the state. We will also see how this led trade unions to see themselves as purely economic organisations, leaving ‘politics' to separate party organisations. We will then look at the notionally ‘revolutionary workers' parties' originating in Marxism and Leninism, and set out a critique of their inherent statism. Finally, we will retrace the history of the British Labour Party, dispelling some of the rose tinted nostalgia for this ‘workers' party', which was always a party of the trade union bureaucrats and never of the workers themselves.

THE COLOSSUS: Chapter One Listen on Patreon The movie event of the summer begins! Tune in for our souped-up staged reading of THE COLOSSUS: Chapter One - The Flight of the Necromancer! Special thanks to Viking Guitar Productions - you can purchase OBLITERATOR at Bandcamp and watch it be rocked into life on YouTube! Subsequent chapters will be available twice a month for CULTIST subscribers - CHAPTER TWO will be out on the 30th! THE COLOSSUS: CHAPTER ONE - THE FLIGHT OF THE NECROMANCER Produced by HPPodcraft - Strange Studies of Strange Stories Based on "The Colossus of Ylourgne" by Clark Ashton Smith Written, Directed and Scored by Chad Fifer Additional Production and Scoring by Erik Peabody / Viking Guitar Productions Cast: Andrew Leman as THE MOVIE Megan Austin Oberle as Mrs. Daring Scott MacDonell as Mr. Daring Chris Lackey as The Angry Dad Joshua Bentley as The Naysayer Levi Nunez as The Custodian Bill Sebastian as The Cleric Hal Lublin as The Apothecary Chad Fifer as The Enchanter and Gaspard Heather Klinke as Aggie and Jaime Andrews as Istarelle

This episode is an audiobook performance of the first chapter of Undine, by Friedrich de la Motte Fouqué. (If you are joining us for the first time, I strongly advise starting Season 4 at the beginning, with S4-E1.) In Chapter One we meet our central characters: an old fisherman and his wife, their adopted daughter (the title character, Undine, a strange girl from the first), and a knight named Huldbrand (who makes this, for now, a “stranger comes to town” story). Prepare to be transported to the fairy tale forest for an adventure worth taking!

We're starting a brand new series where we hone in on the book of Ephesians. This week we are specifically looking at chapter 1 where we see that it's through the trinity that we find out who we are and what we are living for. Lean in and sit on the edge of your seat and join us for a great teaching.

In this episode we leave Genebackis and visit Unta briefly before settling into the Seven Cities.  We meet Felisin, Ganoes Paran's sister in the worst possible circumstances.  And we explore new characters and old in the Raraku Desert, Hissan and Ehrlitan. Predictions: Pormqual won't survive this book…anyone named Pormqual is not someone that the author ... [Read more...]

On our walk as Christians we experience different chapters, sometimes of triumph and sometimes of defeat. Stay tuned as Vizion Church's Next Generation Pastor MJ Maldonado brings a powerful message from Joshua Chapter 7 called "Chapter One" We pray this message blesses you and strengthens your walk with God. If you received Christ through this message, text SAVED to 97000 We would love to hear how God is touching your life through this ministry! Share y our story with us by emailing us Info@vizionchurch.com. If you would like to support Vizion Church financially you can text the amount you feel led to give to 84321 or online through our website by clicking here https://www.vizionchurch.com/give/ Visit Our Website: https://www.vizionchurch.com/ FOLLOW VIZION CHURCH ► https://facebook.com/vizionchurch ► https://twitter.com/vizionchurch ► https://instagram.com/vizionchurch/  

Hey. We're back with another script reading of an unproduced horror script. This time our largest assembled cast yet tackles Carky Fukunaga's bug nuts second draft for Stephen King's IT. This one has it all, including baby eating. We had a blast recording this one, even if it goes off the rails by page 38. Enjoy.  The players: PENNYWISE Sloane Kay (@pierogiwitch) Bill Denbrough Mike Snoonian (@mike_snoonian) Richie Tozier Julian Gardner (@juliansgardner) Beverly Marsh Nichole Goble (@NicholeInDC) Eddie Kasbrak Molly Henery (@BloggingBanshee) Ben Hanscomb Brian Keiper (@BrianDKeiper) Mike Hanlon Katie Wallace Stage Directors: Jim Rohner (@NolanFixesTeeth), Jessica Scott (@WeWhoWalkHere), Taffeta Vee (@TaffetaV) Henry Bowers Devaughn Taylor (@_daddydisco) Snatch Huggins, Patrick Hocksetter, Mrs. Marsh  Melissa Jurkowski (@gekpodcast) Victor Criss Tifa (@chickapedia) Greta, Zach Denbrough Katie Wallace Georgie Denbrough, Mr. Marsh & Sharon Denbrough Jay Alary (@JuliusBarthlme) Mrs Kasbrak & various Ryan Healy (@ryandanielhealy) Chief Borton & various Stephen Foxworthy (@ChewyWalrus)                

Apocalypses, fairies, and scientific racism ... oh my! Support the show and help us reach our goal of releasing episodes every single week by becoming a patron on Patreon. Rate and review the show to help us reach more readers and listeners. Not enough weird fiction in your life? Join us on Elder Sign: A Weird Fiction Podcast. Love Star Trek? Come find us on the Lower Decks! Neil Gaiman fan? Love comics? Join us on Hanging Out With the Dream King: A Neil Gaiman Podcast. Check out Glenn's medieval history podcast Agnus! Find out how you can commission a special bonus episode here. Join the conversation on the Claytemple Forum. Follow Claytemple Media on Facebook and Twitter, and sign up for our newsletter. Follow Glenn on Facebook and Twitter. Check out Glenn's weird fiction story "Goodbye to All That" on the Tales to Terrify Podcast. Next time: Chapter Two - Part I: Pages 56 - 63

Welcome back to The Lituation Room a.k.a the Black Lightning Podcast! This week, Britney Monae, Brother" Nate Milton, & Clement Bryant discuss the penultimate episode of the final season of "Black Lightning"! The crew deals with the bittersweet emotions of this excellent series coming to a premature conclusion, and Clement breaks down the prospects of "Painkiller" getting picked up. Then, they talk Jefferson's "death", Tobias continuing his winning streak, Chief Lopez's tragic backstory (and subsequent villain origin story), our predictions for the finale, and more! Let the hosts know what you think about this episode in the comments below. You can tweet or email us…And if you just want to send the Lit Crew some love, we’d appreciate that too! Don’t forget to check out all our links below, and be sure to tune in to our LIVE show on Wednesday, May 26, at 8 PM EST, as we cover the SERIES FINALE of Black Lightning - click here to subscribe to the show! As always, Stay Lit and Stay Safe…We Out! Official Website: BlackLightningPodcast.com Social Media: Facebook – @BL_Podcast – Instagram Subscribe: Apple Podcasts – Stitcher Radio – YouTube – DC TV Podcasts – Google Play – iHeartRadio Contact Us: BlackLightningPodcast@gmail.com Support: TeePublic Store

There is a somber air over the day as the party reckons with the aftermath of their last job.This episode is brought to you by the generous donations of our amazing Show Sponsors: Laura Pickrahn, Darrin Katzska, Irene Viorritto, Ryan Royce, Darrell DeLaney, Jessica Smith, Charles Compton, Danielle Bramhall-Smith, Nastasia Raulerson, The Kamm Family, David Scrams, Elizabeth Clark, Andy Dossett, Rebekah Gowman, deviouspoptart, Eðvarð Arnór Sigurðsson, Michael Clark, Eric Witman, and Shelby Johnson.

Take a trip back to when everything started. The first week of our remote shows. Enjoy and we'll be back in the studio next week!

Take a trip back to when everything started. The first week of our remote shows. Enjoy and we'll be back in the studio next week!

The last we saw Harks, Lochlan, and Nezzy, they were entering the Wylderwood without any of their mentors there to guide them, hoping to carry on the mission their leaders had sacrificed themselves for. But how will they make it without anyone showing them the way? Tune in to the first chapter of Book Two of The Wylderwood find out!This is the first of six new chapters of The Wylderwood saga, which will be released every other week for the next couple of months. Keep an eye out for more, coming soon!Draw us a picture of what you think any of the characters in this story look like, and then tag us in it on instagram @storiespodcast! We'd love to see your artwork and share it on our feed!!If you would like to support Stories Podcast, you can subscribe and give us a five star review on iTunes, head to patreon.com/stories and pledge to make a monthly donation, check out our merch at storiespodcast.com/shop, follow us on Instagram @storiespodcast, or just tell your friends about us!