Podcasts about fetching

Tonight's Guest WeatherBrain is an award winning journalist and author who runs the New England Historical Society.  She's been sharing of New England's past since 2013.  With a background in reporting, she brings history to life through the lenses of food, travel, scandal, immigration, and weather.  She joins us to discuss their new book, “New England Weather: Historic Storms, Twisters, Floods, Droughts, Nor'easters, Hurricanes and Heat Waves.” The Landrigans explore how New England's wild weather has influenced history and shaped communities—from killer hurricanes to brutal snowstorms to legendary heat waves.  Leslie Landrigan, welcome to WeatherBrains! Our email officer Jen is continuing to handle the incoming messages from our listeners. Reach us here: email@weatherbrains.com. Fetching aerial shots when needed after a severe weather episode (03:29)  1997 Jarrell, Texas tornado 28th anniversary (06:30) 1973 Centreville, AL tornado anniversary (9:40) Looking back at exceptional and extended New England 1965 drought (17:20) Great Colonial Hurricane of 1635 (29:13) Importance of almanacs during Colonial era (39:09) Blizzard of 1978 (50:40) Maine Purple Fire Snowstorm of 1853 (01:03:32) 1953 Worcester MA tornado (01:09:00) 2011 Springfield MA EF3 tornado (01:15:40) Favorite weather folklores (01:26:00) Alabama tornado damage near Redstone Arsenal (01:33:30) Bruce Jones/Midland Weather Radio  (01:42:00) The Astronomy Outlook with Tony Rice (01:34:15) This Week in Tornado History With Jen (01:36:50) E-Mail Segment (01:39:10)   and more! Web Sites from Episode 1010: "New England Weather: Historic storms, twisters, floods, droughts, nor'easters, hurricanes and heat waves" by Dan and Leslie Landigran Midland Weather Radio Picks of the Week: Bruce Jones - 2015 Keyhole Canyon Utah Flash Flood Tragedy James Aydelott - James Aydelott on Facebook: "Lightning strikes! In the sun, away from the rain" Jen Narramore - Tornado Talk: Springfield, MA EF3 tornado - June 1st, 2011 Rick Smith - Documenting and explaining a heat burst Troy Kimmel - Foghorn Kim Klockow-McClain - Climatic Change and Witch-hunting: the Impact of the Little Ice Age on Mentalities John Gordon - NWS Probabilistic Precipitation Portal Bill Murray - Foghorn James Spann - Real Time Tropical Cyclones The WeatherBrains crew includes your host, James Spann, plus other notable geeks like Troy Kimmel, Bill Murray, Rick Smith, James Aydelott, Jen Narramore, John Gordon, and Dr. Kim Klockow-McClain. They bring together a wealth of weather knowledge and experience for another fascinating podcast about weather.

ON TODAYS SHOW: Charlie trying to remember nursery rhymes is something else, blaming it on the language barrier. Plus, what is something that only makes sense if you are kiwi. For more, follow our socials: Instagram Facebook TikTokSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

While planning next steps, the gang has a sleepover with Mom, then goes searching for a missing member of their circus. Will their decision, however deadly, be made for them?Portions of the materials are the copyrights and trademarks of Paradox Interactive AB, and are used with permission. All rights reserved. For more information please visit worldofdarkness.com.

One of our listeners is on the line to tell us about the SURPRISE LOCATION he brought a woman to to try and win her over. Hear where it was in a brand new Second Date Update podcast!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

One of our listeners is on the line to tell us about the SURPRISE LOCATION he brought a woman to to try and win her over. Hear where it was in a brand new Second Date Update podcast!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Deportations, ordering vehicles on Amazon, a dog that might've discovered another part of a human skeleton, and one of President Biden's pardons. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Created for construction supply delivery, GRUNT  app has expanded its reach to meet the needs of anyone who needs help with an errand. Just select what you need from big box stores or local businesses, upload your receipt or order confirmation, and our app will take care of the rest—bringing your items straight to you the under two hours at your selected day and time," explains Martin Horak.“Let's say you're in the middle of a renovation or working on a job site; with Grunt, you don't have to waste time running to the store. Your supplies arrive while you keep working," adds Horak."The soft launch gives local communities along the Emerald Coast a chance to try out the app. Contractors, tradespeople, and anyone with a project can now avoid wasting time in traffic or waiting for slow deliveries. Instead, the app offers an affordable, quick solution that keeps projects moving forward," says Horak.Website www.luxelifediscovered.com Youtube Roku Amazon Fire TV

Data fetching is a crucial part of any web application. In this episode of DejaVue, we discuss the different ways to fetch data in Vue.js and Nuxt.js, and how to cache it. We also talk about the experimental Suspense feature in Vue.js and how it can be used to improve the user experience, as well as how to handle third-party scripts in your application.In addition, Nuxt's data fetching options are discussed, including the $fetch method, useFetch, useAsyncData and the useNuxtData composable. Finally, we cover server-side caching in Nuxt.js, including route rules, defineCachedEventHandler, and defineCachedFunction.Enjoy the episode! Chapters(00:00) - Welcome to DejaVue (00:50) - Which topics should be covered next? (01:56) - This episodes topic - Data Fetching (04:13) - Two ways of client-side caching (06:17) - What is Data Fetching actually - and which library to use? (08:19) - Suspense in Vue.js (14:03) - Third Party Scripts (17:38) - Data fetching basics in Nuxt.js (20:28) - $fetch vs useFetch (23:27) - $fetch request deduplication on the server (24:43) - Caching in Nuxt.js (28:18) - routeRules of server-side caching (29:38) - defineCachedEventHandler / defineCachedFunction (32:19) - Unstorage for storing the cached files (35:41) - useNuxtData (40:26) - Why does Nuxt offer more data fetching options? (45:32) - Wrapping up Links and ResourcesLAST CHANCE 15% discount for the VueConf Toronto* with code DEJAVUEofetchkySuspense in VueData LoadersDejaVue #E030 - Pinia and Data Loaders (with Eduardo San Martin Morote)nuxt-workersPartytownsquoosh.appDejaVue #E001 - The Need for SSRYou are using useFetch wrongDejaVue #E003 - Nitro: The Next Generation Server ToolkitCaching in NitroClient side caching with getCachedDataComposable Caching Utils issueRoute Rules in NuxtDejaVue #E002 - Building a Nuxt.js SaaS in less than a week (with Harlan Wilton)Your HostsAlexander LichterBlueSkyTwitterYouTubeTwitchWebsiteMichael ThiessenTwitterYouTubeWebsiteLinks marked with * are affiliate links. We get a small commission when you register for the service through our link. This helps us to keep the podcast running. We only include affiliate links for services mentioned in the episode or that we use ourselves.

Mit Marvin Luchs von Holisticon ergehen sich Schepp und Peter in freier HTTP-Assoziation. SCHAUNOTIZEN [00:01:31] HIGH-LEVEL-HTTP-PHILOSOPHIE Marvin hatte seinerzeit eine mit Describing RESTful We…

How do you integrate GraphQL into your Python web development? How about quickly building graph-based APIs inside Django's battery-included framework? Christopher Trudeau is back on the show this week, bringing another batch of PyCoder's Weekly articles and projects.

We look at a number of pet health tech startups that are innovating the way we take care of our four-legged companions. Plus Google has decided not to deprecate third party cookies in the Google Chrome browser. And Amazon has sold more than 500 million Alexa-enabled hardware devices with a new paid-tier version coming out soon. What's in store for this venerable Amazon device?Starring Tom Merritt, Sarah Lane, Cate Lawrence, Roger Chang, Joe.Link to the Show Notes.

We look at a number of pet health tech startups that are innovating the way we take care of our four-legged companions. Plus Google has decided not to deprecate third party cookies in the Google Chrome browser. And Amazon has sold more than 500 million Alexa-enabled hardware devices with a new paid-tier version coming out soon. What's in store for this venerable Amazon device? Starring Tom Merritt, Sarah Lane, Cate Lawrence, Roger Chang, Joe. To read the show notes in a separate page click here! Support the show on Patreon by becoming a supporter!

In this clip of "The Court of Public Opinion LIVE," on Friday Jun 21, 2024. Jeremy Cordeaux talks with Janetto, an expert and enthusiast in collectible number plates. The discussion covers the value, history, and investment potential of number plates, along with personal anecdotes and industry insights. Here's a summary of the main topics covered: Introduction to Janetto: Introduction and pronunciation of Janetto's name, its Greek origin. High-Value Number Plates: Discussion about the high prices of collectible number plates, including a recent sale of a plate for $2.54 million. Collectibility and Investment: The potential for number plates to appreciate in value and their desirability as collectible assets. Historical Issuance: The history of number plate issuance by state governments and changes in laws affecting ownership and transfer. Restricted Rights: Explanation of the restricted rights associated with some older number plates and the legal challenges in selling them. Aesthetic Appeal: Personal preferences for number plate aesthetics, including black and white plates and specific numeric sequences. Ownership and Insurance: Issues related to insuring valuable number plates and the process of replacing stolen plates. Market Competition: Insights into the competitive market for number plates and Janetto's involvement in offering healthy competition. Personal Collecting Journey: Janetto's journey in collecting number plates, starting with his first purchase at age 18. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In this week's "Throwback Thursday" segment, we catch up with a clever canine entrepreneur who turned a passion for pets into a thriving ecommerce business. Side Hustle School features a new episode EVERY DAY, featuring detailed case studies of people who earn extra money without quitting their job. This year, the show includes free guided lessons and listener Q&A several days each week. Show notes: SideHustleSchool.com Email: team@sidehustleschool.com Be on the show: SideHustleSchool.com/questions Connect on Instagram: @193countries Visit Chris's main site: ChrisGuillebeau.com Read A Year of Mental Health: yearofmentalhealth.substack.com If you're enjoying the show, please pass it along! It's free and has been published every single day since January 1, 2017. We're also very grateful for your five-star ratings—it shows that people are listening and looking forward to new episodes.

Back for more already? This week there's a jelly bean controversy, Tex starts an email exchange with a Spanish band and a concerning delivery is made by Tom the Mattress Man. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

In this episode, we explore the stories behind some of the expressions we use in everyday conversation that were inspired by our relationship with dogs. Dogs have been companions to humans across all cultures and on every corner of the globe. So, it is no surprise that language is rich with dog-related idioms, metaphors, and rhetorical devices. Join us as we sniff out the intriguing history of canine expressions with dogged determination.   Bonafide Bits: In 1896, the first “double dog dare” was laid down in the book, The Child and Childhood, by Alexander Francis Chamberlain. In 1793, poet Samuel Johnson used “Black Dog” as a metaphor for clinical depression, or melancholia. A “Three-Dog Night” is a 1970s American rock band AND a way to keep warm in the extreme cold.   Featured Breeds: Old English Sheepdog The Old English Sheepdog is the archetypical shaggy dog, famous for his profuse coat and peek-a-boo hairdo, a distinctive bear-like gait, and a mellow, agreeable nature. The OES is a big, agile dog who enjoys exploring and a good romp. Beneath the Old English Sheepdog's profuse double coat is a muscular and compact drover, with plenty of bone and a big rump, standing 21 or 22 inches at the shoulder. Their eyes (when you can see them) are dark brown, or blue, or one of each. Regular exercise is required for these strong, able-bodied workers. Equally famed are their many fine housedog qualities: watchfulness, courage, kindliness, and intelligence. Great with children, they make patient, protective playmates. They are sensible watchdogs known for a loud, ringing bark. Discover more about Old English Sheepdogs at AKC's Old English Sheepdog Breed Biography. Black and Tan Coonhound Large, athletic hunters who work nights, Black and Tan Coonhounds are friendly, easygoing hounds who love company. They are snoozy by the fireside but tenacious when on the trail of the wily raccoon. The Black and Tan Coonhound is a real American original. Black and Tans have an amazingly sensitive nose, long, velvety ears, and a sweet disposition. The coal-black coat features rich tan accents, including the distinctive “pumpkin seeds” above keenly expressive eyes. These are big, strong hounds: A good-sized male can stand 27 inches at the shoulder and cover ground with effortless, eager strides. Black and Tan Coonhounds are sociable hounds. Discover more about Black and Tan Coonhounds at AKC's Black and Tan Coonhound Breed Biography. English Foxhound The English Foxhound is a substantial galloping hound of great stamina. His long legs are straight as a gatepost, and just as sturdy. The back is perfectly level. And the chest is very deep, “girthing” as much as 31 inches on a hound measuring 24 inches at the shoulder, ensuring plenty of lung power for a grueling day's hunt. These pack-oriented, scent-driven hounds are gentle and sociable but rarely seen as house pets. They can be so driven by a primal instinct for pursuit that not much else, including training, matters to them. Owning these noble creatures is best left to huntsmen who kennel packs of hounds or to those experienced in meeting the special challenges of life with swift, powerful hounds hardwired for the chase. The English Foxhound is the epitome of what serious dog breeders strive for beauty, balance, and utility. Discover more about English Foxhounds at AKC's English Foxhound Breed Biography. American Foxhound American Foxhounds are good-natured, low-maintenance hounds who get on well with kids, dogs, and even cats, but come with special considerations for prospective owners. They are closely associated with Revolutionary heroes and the rolling estates of old Virginia. Discover more about American Foxhounds at AKC's American Foxhound Breed Biography. Mastiff For the uninitiated, a face-to-face encounter with these black-masked giants can be startling. A male stands at least 30 inches at the shoulder and can outweigh many a full-grown man. The rectangular body is deep and thickly muscled, covered by a short double coat of fawn, apricot, or brindle stripes. The head is broad and massive, and a wrinkled forehead accentuates an alert, kindly expression. Mastiffs are patient, lovable companions and guardians who take best to gentle training. Eternally loyal Mastiffs are protective of family, and a natural wariness of strangers makes early training and socialization essential. Mastiffs are magnificent pets, but acquiring a powerful giant-breed dog is a commitment not to be taken lightly. Discover more about Mastiffs at AKC's Mastiff Breed Biography. Greyhound Greyhounds are the essence of the dog breeder's credo “Form follows function.” From the narrow, aerodynamic skull to the shock-absorbing pads of the feet, Greyhounds are perfectly constructed for high-speed pursuit. The lean beauty of the Greyhound's “inverted S” shape, created by the deep chest curving gently into a tightly tucked waist, has been an object of fascination for artists, poets, and kings for as long as human beings have called themselves civilized. Greyhounds are the template from which other coursing hounds have been struck. Discover more about Greyhounds at AKC's Greyhound Breed Biography.   For more information about a specific breed visit the breed's parent club or AKC.org.   Shareables: A “three-dog night” probably happens in Spain, but it's an old Australian term. Since the 1940s, “shaggy dog” stories have been perplexing listeners with their rambling narratives. Laying down a “double-dog dare” is meant to raise the stakes of a challenge in a humorous way.

Pet fashion hounds? You know who you are! Bark & Swagger went on the hunt for you at this year's Global Pet Expo to uncover our faves you have to know about! Don't miss out on this fashion forward tips! EPISODE NOTES: Fetching Fashion or Just Plain Cute Stuff for Your Pets - My Global Pet Expo Roundup on Faves!

If you're enjoying The Inklings Variety Hour, please leave us a five-star review on .  We'd also love to hear from you--email us at inklingsvarietyhour@gmail.com.   Chris' wife, Glencora, joins him to talk about chapters 3 and 4 of The Silver Chair. Among other things, we discuss: The Signs and Sudden Quizzes Muppet Silver Chair (not really a thing, but it should be) The Many Types of Narnians Knowledge, Experience, Recognition Meditation in a Toolshed The Nature of Wisdom? Chaucer's Parliament of Fowls and other ancient/medieval works referenced in Chapter 4...also Keats. Fetching green caps that say "Oui" Hopefully you'll enjoy this episode, which is slightly more lighthearted and relaxed than usual.  Also, happy birthday to Glencora! If not, I'll be back with Eric and Jonathan next week to talk about Puddleglum!   Next:  Poetry Thursday: "The Sparrow's Skull," by Ruth Pitter This Season: Shows on their way include: Interview with J.D. Peabody about The Inkwell Chronicles: Race to Krakatoa C.S. Lewis and World War I Interview with Connor Salter about Bill Gresham George MacDonald's "The Golden Key" Owen Barfield Perelandra Arthurian Torso And quite a bit more. Stay tuned and let me know what else you'd like to see.   Apologies for any sound problems on this one!  We were in the same room, and I am not a professional sound guy.

Sam talks to Ryan about refactoring an MDX blog post to a React Server Component. They discuss how RSC's ability to render server-side content with “client-side holes” turns out to replace MDX for many uses cases. They also talk about other tools that are (surprisingly) a conceptual subset of the RSC architecture, such as custom Webpack loaders.Topics include:0:00 - Intro5:05 - The Next.js happy path for MDX: Local files11:15 - Exploring remote MDX content with mdx-remote14:46 - Separating the serializable parts of MDX from the runtime imports17:13 - Realizing that RSC covers the same problem space, and ditching MDX26:50 - Exploring other APIs and plugin ecosystems that RSC could replace: Webpack loaders, next/image, and Liquid templates32:11 - React's vision for RSCs35:18 - How RSCs could replace build-time plugin APIs44:51 - Replacing MDX with Markdoc, Shiki, and custom node code during renderLinks:MarkdocShiki

231 - Ryan Erickson takes us through his transformative journey from wedding photography to launching his mobile dog portrait studio, Fetch Photo Truck. The pandemic prompted him to reassess his career path and follow his true passion for dog photography – a move that has certainly paid off! Ryan dives into the ups and downs of managing a mobile business and stresses the need for setting clear boundaries to keep a healthy balance between work and personal life. He also shares his marketing tactics. However, a crucial ingredient to his remarkable success, which led to over $200,000 in revenue in just his first year as a pet photographer, is his unwavering belief in himself and his venture. Throughout this conversation, Ryan unpacks the hurdles he encountered, the valuable lessons he picked up along the way, and his aspirations for the future. He highlights the significance of self-confidence, generating leads, forging personal connections, and the art of making offers as fundamental pillars for entrepreneurial success.What to Listen For:A Leap of Faith: Ryan's transition from capturing couples' special moments to focusing on the joy of pet photography.The Mobile Advantage: Discover the freedom and challenges that come with taking your photography business on the road.Setting Boundaries: Learn how Ryan maintains a healthy balance between his work and personal life, ensuring he doesn't get lost in the hustle.Marketing Magic: Ryan's creative strategies for attracting clients, from market events to engaging social media contests.-Believe to Achieve: The power of self-belief and the pivotal role it played in Ryan's success, pushing his revenue beyond the $200k mark in just his first full year.This episode isn't just a story; it's a beacon for anyone looking to pivot their career path, especially in the photography realm. Ryan's insights into the nuts and bolts of establishing and growing a mobile photography business are invaluable.So, if you're curious about how to turn your photography passion into a mobile success story or simply love hearing about people following their dreams, this episode is for you. Tune in and let Ryan's journey inspire your next move.Ready for a massive breakthrough in your business? Join us on April 23 - 25 for the Progress Lab! More details here. Join the 60-Minute Marketing Conference and transform your photography business in only an hour - and it's free! For a limited time, register for free and have access to the portal for 5 days. If you prefer lifetime access, you can register for only $9 USD and have lifetime access to the portal, a secret podcast to listen to the presentations on the go, and extra bonuses from your hosts! Register here.JOIN THE PARTY: Connect with us on Instagram Explore valuable pet photography resources here Discover effective pricing and sales strategies for all portrait photographers. Ready to grow your business? Elevate helps you do just that. Check out our recommended gear and favorite books.

This week, we have Robert Balicki on the show to talk about Isograph, a new data fetching framework for React. Robert has worked on the Relay team at Meta (formerly Facebook) and is currently at Pinterest helping them adopt Relay. We talk about the differences between Isograph and Relay, the future of data fetching and web development, and the journey to make Isograph production ready. Could Isograph be the future of data fetching in React? Listen to find out! https://twitter.com/isographlabs https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SkxAOgkaiSw https://isograph.dev/blog/2024/02/15/isograph-0.1.0/ https://twitter.com/StatisticsFTW https://www.robertbalicki.com/ Episode sponsored By CodeCrafters (https://codecrafters.io/devtoolsfm) 40% Discount! Become a paid subscriber our patreon, spotify, or apple podcasts for the full episode. https://www.patreon.com/devtoolsfm https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/devtoolsfm/subscribe https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/devtools-fm/id1566647758 https://www.youtube.com/@devtoolsfm/membership Tooltips Andrew https://github.com/facebook/react-strict-dom https://www.npmjs.com/package/safetest Justin https://josh-project.github.io/josh/intro.html https://nodedojo.gumroad.com/l/dojobin Robert https://kinesis-ergo.com/shop/advantage2/ https://folivora.ai/ https://karabiner-elements.pqrs.org/

Continuing the series on Next.js, Aurooba and Brian take a look at a Next.js version of https://wpaudit.site complete with a login set up and ability to save your own checklist.A full transcript of the episode is available on the website. Watch the video podcast on YouTube and subscribe to our channel and newsletter to hear about episodes (and more) first!- Next.js 14 App Router - https://nextjs.org/docs/app- Brian's website – https://www.briancoords.com- Aurooba's website – https://aurooba.com (00:00) - Introduction (00:18) - Next.js' relationship with React (04:25) - Really exploring Next.js (07:34) - The Next.js clone of WPAudit.site (09:08) - Styling the login page to match (12:30) - Creating Pages in Next.js (13:14) - Generating opengraph images in Next.js (14:47) - Folder based page routes (16:51) - Next.js 14 Server components (18:41) - Caching in Next.js (19:29) - Loading Experiences in React (21:20) - Using Middleware in Next.js (23:15) - Fetching data in Next.js 14 (24:51) - Server Actions in Next.js 14 (27:55) - Using Vanilla-Extract for styling (35:01) - Why use CSS-in-JS? (36:18) - How CoPilot helps you do grunt dev work (39:37) - Saving the Checklist for each user (41:16) - Looking at the Audit table in Supabase (42:14) - Balancing current project needs with future needs (43:53) - Conclusion

Praying for a warrior's death.A 5-part story By Blind_Justice & Loqui Sordida Ad Me. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.Debon, far to the north, was a land of harsh winters and mild summers, ice and snow yielding to fields of wildflower and rye. The dichotomous climate bred stout warriors who were quick to anger, but stalwart allies if you managed to befriend them. Their grudges were legendary, as were tales of their bravery.Joras moaned. All of this, Ambrose had taught him, along with a smattering of their language.The artist tapped his chest. It took him several tries until he managed to string coherent words together. “I am Joras. You are far from your shores, friend.”Aelric muttered something incoherent, then, louder: “You are, real?” On hands and knees, the stinking, blood-smeared man scrabbled closer, his almost-skeletal hand topped by cracked fingernails. He reached for Joras’ face. “You are real?”Joras stopped Aelric’s hand and clasped it with his own. “Yes. I am no ghost.” The limb seemed fragile, shaking in his loose grasp like a storm-tossed branch. “What are you doing here?”Aelric wheezed. It dawned on Joras that he had tried to laugh. "Dying.“Joras shook his head. "I mean, in this land. Why are you here?”Aelric groaned. His mouth moved, as if he was chewing on his words. Then he said. "Adventurer. Explorer.“"Did you come here alone?”Aelric shook his head. "Longship. My, longship. Storm blew us off-course. Reef damaged the ship. Needed repairs, so we-“ He coughed."You could land safely? Our ship was destroyed.”Aelric nodded. Behind the mask of grime and blood, Joras spotted a re-emerging intelligence in the other prisoner’s pale blue eyes. "While gathering material, met Unami.“ He hugged himself, his face distorted in a primeval mask of longing. "She saw our ship, wanted to leave island. Taught much about the jungle. One night, she came, my tent and, ” He sighed, then made a lewd gesture.“You love this Unami?”Another nod. "Very much. Kind, gentle. Wild!“ He gestured again, a lopsided smile on his face. "One day, Unami said, ‘need to go back to tribe’.” He sniffled. "Did not say why. When she went, I followed.“Joras began to understand. "You got caught?” He mimicked firing a blow dart.Aelric nodded.“They kept you here?”Another nod. "Elders came and asked questions. So many questions.“ Thick tears dribbled down his nose. "Questions and beatings. And suddenly, they did not come any more. They forgot about me.”“How long…” Joras began.Aelric shook his head. “Forgot to count,” he moaned. “My men never came. Told them to wait a month, then come looking every solstice. They never came.” A shuddering sob tore from his chest.“Perhaps they are wary of the jungle,” Joras said.Aelric didn’t listen. “They did not come!” he groaned, pounding the unyielding floor, tears and snot flying from his face as he cried, self-built bulwarks breaking in the presence of another living soul.The agony in Joras’ chest was a mere pinprick compared to the abyss Aelric wallowed in. The Debonite’s sobs and howls spoke of betrayal and loss, of the imminent spectre of death, icy claws reaching for Aelric’s soul, tied as it was to his feeble, broken frame.Joras cursed softly. His pack was still where he had dropped it, in the temple’s grand hall. He undid the tattered remains of his cloak and shuffled close to Aelric, pulling the weeping and shaking man into a gentle embrace, dabbing at his tear-streaked face. Like a drowning man, Aelric clung to his body as he wept.It took Aelric some time to find his composure. He used the sullied orange cloth to wipe snot off his nose. “They never came,” he whispered.“We will make it out of here,” Joras said with conviction.Aelric laughed. “You might. I won’t.”Joras shook his head. “You’ve survived this long. Hold out just a little longer. I have friends outside. They will come. Tsonia will come.”Aelric gazed at him. “They never come. And even if they did, I am already dead, Joras. I can feel the Reaper walking behind me. My body has suffered enough.”“Don’t you want to find your Unami?” Joras pleaded. “She has to be in the village somewhere!”“She probably does not even know I am here,” Aelric muttered. An idea lit up his face. “Now that you are here, please do me a favor.”“If I can,” Joras said, hugging the stinking man close.“Kill me.”As if slapped by a giant, Joras recoiled. “No!”Aelric’s hands dug into his shoulders like brittle claws. “Joras, I want a clean death. A warrior’s death. There is no honor in wasting away like this.”“Don’t talk like that!” Joras barked. “I have just killed one of the finest men I ever knew. I will not sully my conscience with another death, do you understand?” He shook the bleary-eyed prisoner. “You will hold out for a few more hours, then we will find your Unami and we all leave this thrice-cursed island together!”Death Inevitable had never known such sacrilege. The outsider claimed to be a god; perhaps he was. Death Inevitable knew the outsider could compel his people to obey. He recalled the orders and instructions now that the Sleeper had restored his memory of time lost to the outsider’s whims. He did not know how the outsider possessed such power, but he could not deny that he did. Perhaps the outsider was a god.But this was the Sleeper’s temple, and the Sleeper was a greater god than the outsider. The Sleeper had freed Death Inevitable from the outsider’s control, and Death Inevitable had repaid that miracle with this blasphemy. Death Inevitable had invited the outsider into this sanctum, because while the outsider still held his people in thrall, Death Inevitable did not see any other way.May the Sleeper forgive him.This sacred chamber was meant to be dark and quiet and still. But the outsider wanted light so that his bride could see, and music so that his bride could dance, and food so that his bride could feast. Never had so many crowded into this space, all at the outsider’s command and without question. Drummers played rhythms of revelry and celebration. The tribe’s most fertile women stood naked, bearing platters of fruit and roasted meats, or jars of fermented juice.The stone doors, normally sealed fast against the uninitiated, stood wide awaiting the arrival of their so-called god. In the dancing light of lamps and candles and braziers, shadows played along the ancient carvings on the wall, giving frowns and scowls of disapproval to the monstrous visages of the frieze. In the center of the floor a hasty altar of reeds and sinew had been erected, covered with the finest cloth the tribe could spin. Upon it sat a jug of blessed water and a dozen candles.And Death Inevitable was there too.A sudden commotion at the doors heralded the arrival of the outsider and his fire-haired bride, escorted by Serpent and followed by the two heaviest and clumsiest men of the tribe bearing long hunting spears. The outsider had decided they were intimidating.“You have done well, Skull-face,” the outsider said, looking around at the assemblage. “Your god is pleased.”Death Inevitable did not understand the words in the outsider’s language, but it was part of the outsider’s magic that all who saw his eyes understood his intent and desire innately. Thanks be to the Sleeper, Death Inevitable no longer felt compelled to act on those desires. He muttered a silent prayer that Serpent remained free as well.There was an almost imperceptible flinch in the bride. Death Inevitable recognized the sensation of waking from one of the outsider’s orders with no memory of what had transpired. The bride had his sympathy. The guards prodded her to walk forward.Serpent ushered the new arrivals to the center of the room and bid them kneel at the altar.“I do not kneel before anyone,” growled the outsider. “Others kneel before me. All of you, kneel before me.”The gathered host knelt, and Death Inevitable and Serpent knelt with them. Only the guards remained on their feet, spearpoints at the ready.“Now Tsonia, my dear, if I remove your bonds, will you behave?” the outsider asked his bride.“Of course, your grace,” the bride answered. This brought a smile to the outsider’s face.“You lie,” he said and the smile vanished. “Mere moments ago I compelled you for the truth. You told me then that you would punch me in the throat to silence my voice and then kill me slowly with my own blade, Of course you’ve already forgotten.”The bride struggled against the fetters that bound her wrists to her narrow waist and glared at the outsider. “If you must have my obedience in this travesty, why not just compel it from me?”“Because, my beloved.” The outsider took her chin in his hand and forced her to look into his eyes. “I want you to remember it. For all the days of your life, I want you to remember that you are mine completely, body, mind, and soul.”The bride relented. She closed her eyes and bowed her head.“Skull-face, Snake-face, let’s get on with it,” the outsider commanded, his mood brightening again. “Begin the ceremony. My marital bed awaits.”The elders stood and took their places at two of the three pillars. Condor’s pillar remained vacant, but the outsider did not seem to notice or care.Death Inevitable raised his arms in benediction, and in a strong voice called out “Let all those who here gathered bear witness to this,”“In real words, please,” sighed the outsider.Death Inevitable began again in the simple words shared by outsiders. “We see these two. Two flames become one flame. Two waters become one water. In the name of our god who is called Kelgore, these two become one. I have said this.”And with those final words, the couple were wed. Serpent turned and depressed the tongue of the effigy carved into the pillar at his back, and the outsider, his bride, and their altar tumbled into the darkness below.Down they fell with arms and legs flailing, reeds snapping, candles guttering as the mirror-smooth stone guided their twisted, careening path into the temple depths. Kelgore and Tsonia both were battered and winded by the time they finally came to rest in a warm chamber, the air heavy with an exotic fragrance.Tsonia found herself sprawled atop her new husband, the heat of his bare thigh between her legs. A desperate need had awakened, and even her revulsion for the man could not stop her hips from gyrating on their own, grinding her throbbing clitoris against his skin.“Is this what it is to be under your sway, Despoiler?” she asked. Her wrists still bound, she pushed her weight on her ample chest to find the leverage to satisfy her mad desire. “Do your women curse you and berate you even as they do your vile bidding?”“Enough, woman!" Kelgore protested, heaving Tsonia’s weight off of him and rising to his feet. "Can’t you see that we are betrayed?”Finding a single candle with its flame still asputter, Kelgore lit another and held it to the steeply pitched plane that dumped them so unceremoniously to the floor.“Skull-face!” he shouted up at the shadowed ceiling high above, “Can you hear me? Let us out of here now, Skull-face! Your god commands you!”Tsonia heard the odd timbre in Kelgore’s voice, knew he was exercising his foul power, and didn’t care. The heady perfume in her nose had her head swimming with lust. A lust that Kelgore seemed uninterested in satiating. She hiked her chainmail skirt to her waist and strained against her fibrous cuffs to stretch her fingers between her legs.“They can’t hear you, you great bombastic oaf!” she snarled. “We’ve fallen too far. Now open those robes and take me, dammit! If I can’t choke the life out of you, I’ll fuck you to death if I have to.”“Not now, damn you!" Kelgore snapped, panic rising in his voice. "Guards! Kill the shamans! Do you hear me? Kill the shamans and release me!”“Damn you, Kelgore!” Tsonia spat, rolling onto her stomach and tucking her knees beneath her to better reach her ravenous cunt. “Why do you compel such passion in me then? If you’re not going to fuck me, release me from this damned desire!”“This is not my doing!” Kelgore turned on Tsonia. “Whatever lascivious desire you, Oh, gods.”He dropped the candle and it rolled across the floor throwing flickering light into the darkness. Tsonia looked up and saw before her a mass of writhing, outstretched tendrils of flesh, as if dozens of great serpents had been flayed alive and bound at their tails. The thing was enormous, towering above them, half hidden in the shadows.“What hell released such a thing?” cried Kelgore, his terror all too clear.Tsonia’s mind reeled at the impossibility of what her eyes beheld. If the creature was one or a multitude together, she could not tell. The many arms wriggled and swayed in the most unnerving way as they drew nearer from every angle.The first foul tendril prodded Kelgore and he smacked it away, warning the alien monstrosity to stay back. A second tentacle began to curl around his arm. Tsonia saw him draw the knife at his belt and stab the horrid appendage.The grotesque abomination withdrew with a sudden spasm and a rapid clacking noise, as if pain was a concept it had rarely known. Seizing the moment of opportunity, Kelgore knelt by Tsonia’s side and sawed at her stout tethers with his blade.“We must escape, Tsonia!” he hissed. “We have to find a way out toge, Gchk!”Snapping the final fraying strands that bound her, Tsonia jabbed an elbow into Kelgore’s throat, silencing his infernal tongue for good.She disarmed him with a brutal twist of his wrist, letting his knife clatter to the stone floor. Even as her desire flowed down her thighs, Tsonia stood, took Kelgore by his broken throat, and stared into the abyss of his sable eyes.“I know you desire to live, Despoiler,” she fumed in a smoldering whisper. “I see it in your eyes as plainly as writing on a page. But I will not be compelled to save you.”Taking his belt in her other hand, Tsonia hefted the man who would be a god over her head and hurled him gasping and wheezing into the foul tangle of arms. Like a nest of vipers, they slithered over and around his arms and legs and body, tittering with squeals of expectation, tearing away his robes and raiment, holding him aloft even as he struggled and thrashed against their restraint.Kelgore’s legs were spread by the tendrils of flesh that bound him, allowing another tentacle to embed itself into his rectum, probing deeper as he tried to scream through a crushed larynx. Yet another of the fleshy things snaked into his open mouth and down his tortured throat.In the candle light, Tsonia saw the horror in his eyes, knew the terror he felt as his body was invaded and immobilized. She felt his helplessness, and in the warm air thick with alien fragrance, she masturbated furiously as he suffered.A bead of sweat fell from her forehead and Tsonia shed her short hauberk to free her swelling tits in the still and tepid air. It was madness, she knew, but some sorcery had unleashed within her a hunger that would not be denied. Her fingers worked with reckless frenzy between her weeping folds.The terror and pain in Kelgore’s demonic eyes redoubled, and Tsonia watched in growing horror as the villain’s chest and stomach began to convulse, sputter, and steam. Kelgore’s flesh melted away like fat dripping into a fire and his bones softened to putty as the tentacled beast ejaculated acid into his bowels. The doomed man screamed in ghastly silence as death took his body inch by horrible inch.With a shudder of divine ecstasy, Tsonia came as Kelgore’s face and skull dissolved away into a viscous treacle.Still her fingers worked fervently between her slick thighs and she unlaced the chainmail kilt that pinched her hips and waist. The tendrils of the fell creature continued to ooze its acid over what meat remained on Kelgore’s arms and legs, while other probosci slurped up the syrupy remains like a swarm of great insects. Despite her revulsion at the horror unfolding in front of her, her desperate lust remained unsated and she fought for her sanity with all her failing will.“Kelgore is dead!” Tsonia screamed up at the ceiling. "Skull-face? T'pek? Can anybody hear me?“In the dim candle’s light, she saw no way out of the chamber, but most of it was still hidden in shadow. Lighting another half dozen fallen candles cast more illumination on the grizzly feast, but did little to stretch the light beyond its original bounds.Dripping with arousal, Tsonia stood on wobbly legs, took up a candle, and followed the wall away from the great tentacled horror, hoping to find some exit while it ate.The copper haired vixen had gone no more than a dozen steps when she felt the touch of the alien being’s appendage on her back, caressing her spine and tracing down the curve of her ass with a gentle purr. The thing was warm and soft but firm, not the wormy sensation she dreaded, and it sent a shiver through her soul that poured from her reinvigorated loins.Tsonia dropped the candle and fell to her knees, sobbing with need as both hands cupped her swollen sex and ground against her yearning clit. The strange scent of the exotic fragrance grew more intense, and Tsonia found her need growing apace.Tendrils of the foul thing caressed her bare shoulders and thighs and she did not find it unpleasant. Indeed, she found herself taking one of the hot, sinuous organs in her hand and guiding it to her chest where it curled around her heavy breast in a way that made her moan with pleasure. It purred again, mimicking her in response."No, no, no, no, no…” Tsonia murmured in faint protest as a tentacle gently snaked around her throat and up to caress her cheek. Another probed into the gap between her feet and calves. She felt it moving through the cleft of her ass, against her wet and tumescent lips and curling up towards her belly.“Oh, gods, It’s going to eat me!” she gasped, as she rocked her hips back and forth over the meaty shaft between her knees, grinding her engorged clit against its heat. “And I’m going to let it…”Her body rebelled against reason and she leaned forward, exposing her ravenous nethers to the creature’s curling, slithering affection. With her own hand she guided a tendril to her waiting cunt and gasped with delight as it penetrated her.“Yes, yes! Fuck that cunt,” she moaned. “Fill me and make me cum before I die, please!”A trilling call answered her. The alien horror coiled a trio of tentacles around her thighs and ankles, spreading her wide, as a fourth pressed through her anus and probed her ass.Tsonia cried out in bliss at the way her body was stretched and filled. More and more tentacles found purchase, seizing her arms and spreading her wide, exposing all of her to the beast’s gentle exploration. The dexterous appendages fondled her hips and ribs, groped at her tits, caressed her face and shoulders.She was raised off the floor, suspended in the warm, fragrant air and despite being held so firmly in the weird thing’s clutches, Tsonia had never felt so free. No bed of feathers nor sheets of silk had ever left her so exposed to sensation from every angle. Every inch of her body tingled with the touch of this miraculous thing that would be her death.Tsonia wailed in orgasm again and her body shook and trembled as her brain tried to reconcile the terrifying euphoria that gripped her.“Again!” she cried out when her voice returned. She bucked her hips in desperation to push the remarkable tentacles deeper. “Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop! Kill me if you must. Consume me if you must. But by the gods, do not stop fucking me! I would die this death a thousand times!”She felt the weight of a soft appendage writhing its way up between her tits and Tsonia opened her mouth wide in invitation. The tendril accepted, filling her mouth, delving down her throat.Whether this creature was demon or angel or something else entirely, Tsonia could not guess, but it filled her and touched her in ways no lover ever had. Not even Q'alan, the great ram-headed demon, had known her so intimately.The phallic flesh that filled her expanded and contracted, it swelled and waned in delicious counterpoint to her own gasping breath and strangled cries of delirium. Deeper than any man, with a supple manipulation within her that was alien to anything mortal woman had ever known, the whorls of flesh aroused her desire to heights yet unreached. And still Tsonia craved more.The gentle purring intensified, lowering in pitch until it became an undulating thrum of a growl. It set her nerves aflame. Tsonia could feel the vibration of the humming flesh against her skin and deep within her body. The titillating and trembling sensation wracked her with mad convulsions the likes of which she’d never known. The orgasm ravished her to her soul as sanity fled and she tumbled into an impossible dream of infinite frenzied copulation.The horrid appearance of the tentacled thing, the fear of agonizing death, the shame of failure and loss, all of these were forgotten.In the void of her fervent mind, nothing at all existed beyond her body and the tumultuous chaos of carnal sensation that consumed her. There was no inch of her, no nerve of her body that did not spasm with ecstasy.Tsonia could not wish for the impossible euphoria to continue because she could not believe it would end, nor could she remember a time before. All of creation began with an eruption from the deepest, most intimate core of her being and expanded out in never ending waves to the tips of her fingers, the tips of her toes, the end of every glorious lock of hair.She became aware of her breathing first, deep, heaving gasps of air to fill her lungs. The gaping emptiness inside of her was next, and instinctively she rocked her hips to flex muscle and flesh back into a more comfortable shape. Then she realized she was laying on cold stone tiles, and pushed herself up to look around.The candles still burned. They were shorter than they had been, but she could not say by how much and she had no other way to judge how much time had passed. She was dripping with sweat, her hair hanging lank in wet tresses. Perhaps that was why she felt a growing chill in the room. The alien fragrance was fading as well, and the cold scent of volcanic stone filled each breath.Her strange and horrifying yet somehow exquisite lover was there, just at the edge of the candle light. The long tendrils that had given her such unknown pleasure were still now, wrapped tightly around each other in a great ball, thrice as tall as she.The whole, pale-skinned mass expanded and contracted in the slow and steady rhythm of slumber.“Well isn’t that just typical,” Tsonia groused, as she went in search of her clothes.The unfamiliar chamber was awash with chaos and confusion. Hunters demanded answers from the elders. The womenfolk worried about their whelps. None understood how they had come to this place, or even where this place was. T'pek shared in their confusion, but he knew that his fire-haired mate and the one she called Kelgore, were the keys to the mystery.Death Inevitable, grasping a ceremonial staff, rapped the wooden shaft on the tiles, once, twice, three times, the sharp cracks shocking all into silence.“All will be made clear,” the elder called out to the stilled crowd. “For now, know that you were sick, but the sickness has passed. Your friends and families outside are just as confused as you are. They too were sick, but their sickness has passed as well. I ask you all to go to them and spread that message to every ear. 'You were sick, but your sickness has passed.’ Calm their fears, restore order, and trust that all will be made clear very soon.”“Please,” he said, gesturing towards the great stone doors that stood open at the back of the room. “There is much work to be done. I beg of you, leave this place and have patience while we divine the whole story and all of the answers you seek.”The chamber was filled again with chatter, but a semblance of order fell over the throng and at last they began to filter out towards the temple above and the village beyond until only T'pek remained. He surveyed the strange chamber as if it were a hunting trail and the elders some particularly troublesome prey. (1)“There is nothing here for you, hunter,” Death Inevitable hissed. “Go back to the others. There is work to be done.”“I know of the outsider called Kelgore,” T'pek stated without preamble. “I know of the woman with hair the color of fire. She is my mate, and I will know what has happened to her.”“She shares the same fate the accursed, black-eyed outsider suffered,” Serpent whispered. “I’m sorry. You will not see her again. Now, go back to the others.”“What fate?” T'pek asked, his claws hissing from their sheaths. He found Serpent’s answer deliberately vague and dismissive. “There is more you are not telling me, but I will not be dismissed so easily.”Death Inevitable placed his paw on Serpent’s shoulder. “Brother. This might be an opportunity,” the elder clad in the golden skull mask whispered. “We have lost Condor after all.”“Ah,” Serpent hissed. “Your wisdom, as always, eclipses mine.” To T'pek, he said “There are secrets the elders must keep, hunter. To know those secrets is to know why they must be so. The fate of the outsiders is one such secret.”“Our brother Condor died while under the outsider’s spell,” Death Inevitable continued, laying a hand upon T'pek’s shoulder. “We find ourselves in need of another elder, and soon.”“You are eldest among the Hunters, are you not, T'pek?” Serpent asked. "Wisest and most skilled of your peers? You are certainly worthy of elevation.“"We offer you a great honor,” Death Inevitable said. “But know that it also is a great burden. Consider it carefully.”“You will never again leave the village to roam the hunting trail or the beaches,” Serpent added. “Your life, what remains of it, will be spent serving the tribe in ways they can never understand.”“Perhaps it is better to go back to the hunt in blissful ignorance,” Death Inevitable concluded. “You can rest assured that your mate’s sacrifice was for the good of the tribe.”The back and forth between the two elders seemed intentional to T'pek, as if they meant to muddle his thoughts and confuse his reason. But to what end, he did not know. Were they trying to convince him to accept their invitation or to reject it? Or perhaps neither, but only to test his resolve.“I will know Red Tsonia’s fate, regardless of consequence,” he growled. “If I must give up the hunt and take up the gilded mask of Condor to be satisfied, so be it, I accept, now tell me your secrets!”“Calm yourself, hunter,” Death Inevitable said, touching his neck. “The understanding you seek will be conveyed through the rituals of ascension.”“Begin the ritual and be quick about it then!” T'pek spat. His patience was wearing thin and he was beginning to suspect treachery.“Calm and patience will serve you well, T'pek,” Serpent soothed. “Prepare your mind for inconceivable knowledge beyond the world you know. The ritual begins.”Serpent locked gazes with Death Inevitable, and at his nod, a pale, writhing tendril appeared from behind each elder, as if they had squirmed out from under the feathered headdresses. T'pek recoiled at the serpentine things that slithered about the elder’s shoulders, his noble visage distorted in terror and disgust.“What vile abomination is this?” he roared. His hand flew to his hips, only to find no dagger there. Like all the others who had been under Kelgore’s spell, he had only his fur.“We are caretakers of the Sleeper, and guardians of the tribe,” Serpent said, his arm intertwined with the pale-skinned, wormy appendage. “We protect our people from the wrath of the Sleeper. In turn the Sleeper protects us from the magics of outsiders. To know the Sleeper is to know the truth.”“This, This 'Sleeper’ you call it, It has changed you?” T'pek’s voice was hoarse with revulsion.“It must be so,” Death Inevitable intoned. “A bargain was struck, centuries ago, when the Sleeper allowed our ancestors to harbor him in the temple. Through his touch he speaks to us, and we to him. Thus has it been for generations beyond count.”“And through his touch, the Sleeper threw off the outsider’s evil magics,” Serpent whispered. “Praise be to him, the ancient pact remains strong.”A grim realization dawned on T'pek’s face. “It’s too late to change my mind now, isn’t it?”“We cannot have these secrets known.” Death Inevitable said. “You would be sorely missed, T'pek.”“What choice do I have then? I will know Red Tsonia’s fate.” T'pek’s shoulders slumped in resignation and he bowed his head to the elders. “Perform your ritual. I am ready.”Tsonia had paced the whole of the Sleeper’s lair twice over. Most of her candles had burned away and yet she had not found a means to escape the chamber. The only obvious way out was the slope, but it offered almost no purchase to climb. She had tried. She dared not call for help. While she did not know what to call the sleeping abomination that had so aroused her desire, she knew better than to wake it. Who knew how it would react to being roused from its slumber by the kind of racket it would take to be heard in the temple high above?Once more Tsonia paced carefully along the walls. The candle’s tiny flame sputtered suddenly, buffeted by a barely perceptible wisp of air. Perhaps there was a hollow nearby, maybe even a way out.Careful, as not to douse her last flame, Tsonia scratched at the seams in the ancient stonework with her knife. It was a testament to the antediluvian workmanship that the Vizingian blade was too thick to even wedge into the fine crack.A low rumble, felt through the air and stone more than heard, caught her attention. If it was the volcano, the sleeping thing, or something else, she could not tell. Fetching the candle, Tsonia cast an anxious gaze about the chamber, only to find the sleeping thing still curled up and at peace. Another rumble came, this time much closer, with the sound of stone on stone.The wall before her suddenly ground ajar on a hidden mechanism, a narrow gap illuminated by flickering firelight. When the rumbling stopped, there was just space enough to squeeze through sideways and Tsonia did so without hesitation.She emerged in another stone chamber lit by two torches mounted in gilded sconces. Mountains of treasure had been carelessly piled up, gold and silver, gemstones and sculptures, enough to satisfy any mortal desire. The torchlight danced and gamboled across the glittering hoard like Tsonia’s own heart at the sight of such riches.Almost lost against the incomprehensible wealth stood a robed beastkin. He wore an elaborate golden mask in the shape of a great bird and his tall, broad-shouldered body was draped in richly embroidered fabrics. He took a step forward and Tsonia stifled a startled gasp when she realized he wasn’t merely another bauble in the vault.“Who are you?” she asked warily. The stranger appeared unarmed, nor did he seem be hostile. On the contrary, there was something oddly familiar about its posture.“I am Condor, an elder of the tribe,” the stranger said, the golden beak granting the words of the Trade Tongue a hollow, distant quality. He manipulated a heavy lever.Behind her, the opening she had passed through ground closed again. Tsonia eyed Condor curiously. “Do I know you?”Condor hesitated, then shook his head. “Our god sleeps because of you. You are honored by us. You are free.” Bowing stiffly, the elder indicated another narrow gateway. Fresh night air, along with the rhythm of distant drums, seeped into the chamber.“I had a friend.” Tsonia reminded Condor. “A hunter took him away. Where is he?”“I know where.” The elder removed a heavy torch from its sconce and headed for the exit. “Follow.”Tsonia cast a longing gaze at the mountains of treasure. One armful, maybe even one choice pick, would be equal to the riches the God-King had offered as bounty for Kelgore. Without any proof of the Despoiler’s demise, there was every chance Xhastria’s divine ruler would weasel out of the bargain and then all the effort, and Ambrose’s death, would have been for naught.Sighing, Tsonia hurried after Condor. Stealing from the tribe would likely cause more grief, and she’d had her fill for one day.Outside, Condor waited patiently. When she cleared the narrow passage, he gestured. Above her, she heard the grinding of heavy stone. Perched upon a ledge, she saw two more elders manipulating ancient engravings. The stones behind her rumbled shut, barring any way back to the unfathomable riches hidden beyond.The village was bustling with life and light as Condor led her through ancient streets. Hunters eyed her curiously, some leaned in to sniff her scent. The females openly stared at her curves or whispered, pointing at her hips and ass. Other beastkin offered bows of respect as Condor approached. He led her to the outskirts, where few fires burned and the hodgepodge of ancient stone and recent woodwork became more ramshackle and dilapidated.Condor stopped in front of a heavy, barred door. “Here,” he said.Tsonia tossed the heavy bar aside and pulled the door open. The stench from inside was horrible, speaking of death and sickness. From the blackness within, she heard a relieved gasp.“Tsonia!" The voice was thick with emotion, but unmistakably Joras. "Tsonia! You’ve come at last!” The artist erupted in brittle laughter. “I told you she would come! I never doubted.”Tsonia took the torch from Condor and entered the cell.Joras struggled to his feet, weighed down by what appeared to be the corpse of an emaciated Debonite hanging off his shoulder, hair and beard and clothing all yellowed with grime.“Aelric needs help,” the artist gasped. "Medicine and food and, gods willing, a bath!“Only then did Tsonia notice the Debonite’s shallow, ragged breathing. She hurried to Joras’ side and gently took Aelric from him. It seemed to her that the man weighed less than a child."Who is your friend, Joras?” she asked as she carried him from the cell.“He’s called Aelric, and he’s a Debon princeling, although I haven’t worked out from which family,” Joras said. “But he has a ship returning for him at the next solstice!” A melancholy smile settled on his face. “We may yet escape from this thrice-cursed land, after all.”The God-King’s palace sat in the middle of Xhastria, a many-spired monument built of green brick and gilded columns, adorned with gem-studded roofs. The iron pikes on its battlements were adorned with the rotting, sun-bleached heads of the God-King’s many enemies lending a sinister air to the otherwise ethereal architecture.Tsonia, carrying a wooden case under one arm, ascended the steep stairs leading to the heavily guarded front gate. Joras glanced nervously at the towering gate guards. The polished, featureless visors of their helmets hid their eyes and made for a complex perspective. He hoped they wouldn’t object to his hastily capturing their form in his new sketchbook.“I am Red Tsonia, bringing the head of Kelgore the Despoiler,” Tsonia said, when the guards moved to challenge her approach.“You are expected,” one of the guards rumbled. The gate ground ajar, opening the way into the God-King’s palace.They entered a massive hall, four times as tall as a man and held up by columns shaped to look like men and women, all richly ornamented, each doing their part to hold aloft the viridian firmament above their heads.A white-robed scribe came to meet them, his bald head glistening with sweat. “What in the Pits took you so long?” he hissed. “It was a simple enough bounty!”Tsonia glared at him with the weight of Ambrose’s loss on her soul.“Nothing is simple when demon-kissers are involved,” she spat. “We were nearly drowned in a witch-storm, marooned on a savage island, and left defenseless to face an egomaniac whose magics and cruelty may have someday rivaled your own king’s.”“Yes, yes,” the functionary placated her, “only please don’t say such things out loud. The walls have ears you know.”“Fetching the God-King’s new bauble has cost me dearly. I ought to ask for more coin.”“So, this is it?” the scribe asked, looking at the box. Tsonia opened the lid and a faint whiff of death escaped. The scribe hurriedly covered his nose with his sleeve. He coughed, then muttered. “Well done indeed. The God King shall be pleased.”“He better be,” Tsonia growled. “Lead on already.”As the scribe hurried away, Joras laid a hand on her arm. “It is not too late to turn back, Kaela,” he whispered.Tsonia stared at him, jaw set in defiance. “Joras, what difference is one skull to another?” she hissed. “I saw Kelgore die. I saw his remains consumed. There was nothing left of him to bring back!”“Still, do you think this the wise course of action?” He glanced from side to side nervously. “The God-King does not easily suffer trickery.”“There is no trickery,” Tsonia insisted. “Kelgore is dead. That is truth. The skull is merely a symbol of that truth. The God-King will understand.”Joras sighed and shook his head. “You are not taking this seriously enough.” He hurried after the scribe.Tsonia fell into step next to him as they breezed through titanic corridors and extravagant salons, past bejeweled courtiers casually tormenting naked slaves, past the God-Kings concubines offering their unearthly delights, across sun-flooded terraces awash with exotic plants and artificial waterfalls, until they finally reached the heart of the palace and the enormous throne room of the God-King.Garbed in a simple white robe, wearing an elaborate crown of woven gold, Xhastria’s divine ruler was impressive to behold. He towered over his courtiers as an adult towers over a child. His features were flawless, as if chiseled by an unrivaled sculptor. Bands of muscle rippled under ebony skin hinting at a prowess that waited to be unleashed. Emerald eyes burned with astute radiance, each glance delving into the onlooker’s soul.He sat upon a towering throne made from bones and skulls inlaid in gold. Hundreds of courtiers mingled around the many-tiered dais the throne stood upon, all waiting in eagerness to be recognized and granted a moment of his holy time.According to tavern gossip, the God-King’s might stretched far beyond the mortal realm. It was said that he knew about everything that transpired within the farthest reaches of his demesne and farther. Yet none had seen him anywhere but seated upon his throne, always holding court. Some speculated that the opulent orgies and grisly torture chambers sustained him with life extracted from donors, willing and unwilling alike. Others were convinced that the viridian court had taken on a life of its own, that the God-King himself was no more than a puppet of his courtiers or some hidden cabal of demon-kissers.Few were ever granted audience with the God-King, and those who were rarely divulged their conversations.The sea of courtiers parted. Jewels glinted from pierced nipples and beringed cocks in the golden light spilling from the domed ceiling above. Elaborate masks gleamed and garish robes rustled as the courtiers made room for Tsonia and Joras. Exotic scents tantalized their nostrils as they walked the carpeted approach to the throne.“The lair of the beastkin god smelled better than this,” Tsonia whispered. “I miss the stench of Xhastria’s streets already.”“Shh. No need to turn the court against us,” Joras hissed.“Red Tsonia." The voice was everywhere. It echoed from the green walls. It boomed from the domed ceiling. It was in the shafts of light burning on their backs. And it was in their heads."Your Holiness.” Tsonia took a knee and bent her head in a rare gesture of submission. Joras went to both knees, prostrating himself. He hoped his arms would hide his nervous glances.“At last you have returned. Is it done?”“Yes. Kelgore is dead. I bring you his skull as tribute.” She nudged the wooden case.“Open it.”Tsonia hesitated for just a moment, then she pulled the lid open. Inside, on a simple linen cushion, rested a skull, all of the flesh stripped away down to bare bone.A low, foreboding rumble echoed through the majestic throne room. A dark cloud seemed to pass the sun, for the golden rays subsided, leaving the throne room in dim twilight.“This is not Kelgore’s skull,” the God-King proclaimed. “I do not see his obsidian eyes.”There was a chorus of gasps as every courtier took a step back.“Kelgore is dead,” Tsonia said again, with all the conviction she could muster. “I saw him die.”The silence inside the throne room was deafening. Then, a soft rustle of cloth from the throne. The God-King had risen. Every courtier in the hall sank to their knees, holding their hands above their heads, to ward off some as-of-yet unseen calamity.“Red Tsonia, repeat what I said when first we met,” the God-King said in the patient tones a parent uses when admonishing an unruly child.“You said 'bring me the skull of Kelgore the Despoiler,’” Tsonia replied defiantly. “But his skull was destroyed after much hardship and loss of, ”“Silence!" The force of the God-King’s voice cracked a pillar. The bust of a golden woman tumbled to the floor, crushing a dozen courtiers beneath its weight. Even maimed and dying, they dared not to scream."My orders are precise, with no room for interpretation. Were it otherwise, my demesne would have fallen to enemies from within and without centuries ago.” He sat down again. “I know of your trials and tribulations. I know of your loss. I have seen the Despoiler die by your hand. And yet, despite your best efforts, you have failed in your given task.”Tsonia did not dare to speak, yet her brow was heavy with rage.The God-King went on. “Had you admitted your failure, I might have granted you a measure of recompense. You did see to the Despoiler’s end after all. Your deeds will grant welcome reprieve for my beleaguered fishermen and their families.”The God-King raised his hand and he shouted a single word no mortal tongue could pronounce. A mote of liquid fire flew from his palm, engulfing the wooden case and setting it ablaze. Tsonia gritted her teeth against the infernal heat but refused to move, her gaze locked with the inscrutable being on the dais.“You tried to deceive me, Red Tsonia. Such heresy is punished by death.” Again, the God-King’s palm erupted in fiery radiance. “But today you find me in a merciful mood. Your deeds saw the Despoiler brought low. Instead of death, there shall be exile. Leave the Green Cities by sundown and dare not return until you have done due penance. Now begone from my sight.”With this dismissal, the mass of courtiers swelled around them, obscuring the throne and the God-King from view. Tsonia came to her feet, gnashing her teeth.“That’s it? All the heartbreak, all the hardship for naught?” she yelled. Her voice was drowned out by the thundering clamor of the gossiping throng.Joras clawed into her arm. “Let’s go already,” he hissed, pulling her towards the exit. “Or do you want to risk outright execution? It was noon already when we arrived!”“You were not party to his judgment, Joras.” Tsonia said mildly, reaching for her purse. “Take what I have and make yourself a peaceful life.” She walked by his side, head bowed in defeat. “I’ve caused you more than enough grief. You deserve better than to walk the deserts with me.”“Deserts?" Joras laughed softly. "I’ve heard Debon is a beautiful place any time of year. Deep forests, snow-covered tundra, towering mountain peaks. Would that not make a suitable backdrop to paint my muse?” He gestured towards the exit. “If we hurry, we might even catch Aelric and ask for passage before he and his men get themselves killed in whatever watering hole they found.”Tsonia chuckled. They passed a gilded door frame. Wails of ecstatic anguish poured from it. “You’re more of a glutton for punishment than those deluded fools. But who would I be if I rebuked my beloved chronicler and artist?”“Much less well known,” Joras retorted. “Come, the sun sinks low. We should hurry.”In a forgotten vestibule under the beastkin’s temple, covered by dust and cobwebs, Shala seethed.The End

Today, we're covering chapter 3 of the neutral route. We discuss Catiua and Denam's souring relationship, Duke Ronwey's plan to accost the Dark Knights of Lodis, and Nybeth's reemergence and "sins against life." Time Codes: 1. Intro (0:00) 2. The Dark Knights Reveal What They're Really After At Phidoch Castle (1:05) 3. Catiua Gets Angry At Denam At Almorica Castle (11:26) 4. Sir Hektor's "Public Execution" (18:27) 5. Denam's Reunion With Warren and Mirdyn (19:55) 6. Battle Against Oz At Boed Fortress (22:12) 7. Back To Almorica, Catiua Claims Denam Will Abandon Her (34:27) 8. Nybeth Subplot, Catiua Leaves With Lanselot (39:40) 9. Return To Almorica, Ronway's Demise (1:09:47) 10. Battle At Phidoch (1:13:08)

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Today in the ArtZany Radio studio Paula Granquist welcomes author and teacher Mary Bleckwehl to discuss her new novel Fetching Dreams – an engaging and touching tale of two girls from two continents and different cultures that come together to form a common purpose and to make a difference. Fetching Dreams: Two girls living a continent apart become pen pals. […]

Anthony Ferro from Fetching Feathers joins the guys this week to talk upland hunting, Anthony's kennel, and how he was introduced to the world of hunting and bird dogs.  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Former Broadway Dancer is outa control!

In 2017, Amman Ahmed founded MusicForPets, which launched the YouTube channels "RelaxMyDog" and "RelaxMyCat." Th ese channels aim to alleviate pets' anxiety, whether due to stress or their owners' absence. Under Ahmed's leadership, the channels amassed over 2 million subscribers and generated a 7-figure profit, largely because of effective SEO. As the business saw a surge in paid monthly website subscribers, it garnered the interest of California-based hip-hop label, Create Music Group, which extended a lucrative 8-figure offer that Ahmed couldn't turn down. 

Anthemic. Angular. Inscrutable. These are all words that could describe Wichita, Kansas indie-rock-cum blister-pop band The Embarrassment. Musician Bob Fay (Sebadoh, Cardinal, Lost Hours) discovered them at the end their short-but-prolific existence, after they moved to Boston and eventually splintered off into other bands - Big Dipper and The Del Fuegos to name two - leaving behind a slew of excellent releases including the 1983 mini-LP 'Death Travels West'. "We Were Famous, You Don't Remember" Songs discussed in this episode: Immigrant Song (live) - The Embarrassment; Beauty Of The Ride - Sebadoh; She's Fetching, Ron Klaus Wrecked His House - Big Dipper; Don't Run Wild - The Del Fuegos; This Is Not A Photograph - Mission Of Burma; Venus - Television; Careen, Viewmaster - The Embarrassment; Here Comes Your Man - Pixies; Drive Me To The Park - The Embarrassment; Communist Radio - The Eat; Lewis and Clark, D-Rings, Sex Drive, Chapter 12 - The Embarrassment; Love Beach - Emerson, Lake & Palmer; This Charming Man - The Smiths; Hip and Well Read, Death Travels West - The Embarrassment; Gimme Gimme Shock Treatment (live) - Ramones; Sevens Glass Lady - Lost Hours

In this captivating episode of The Shallow End, we delve into two intriguing narratives that showcase the strange and unpredictable world of thieves, where fashion sense clashes with a lack of common sense, and meticulously planned heists crumble under the weight of inevitable fate.Our first story revolves around an enigmatic neighborhood thief with an impeccable fashion sense but a woeful absence of common sense. Join us as we uncover the amusing escapades of this mischievous character, who leaves behind a trail of well-dressed chaos. In the second half of our episode, we embark on a journey into the world of professional burglary and the harsh reality that no matter how meticulously crafted a plan may be, fate can play a cruel hand. Prepare to be enthralled by the true accounts of a group of clever burglars whose well-laid schemes fall prey to unexpected turns of events. Despite their ingenious strategies, these daring criminals find themselves trapped in a web of unforeseen circumstances, leading to their ultimate downfall. Through witty storytelling and insightful analysis, Schnebly and Toth unravel the mysteries surrounding these captivating tales, examining the intricate balance between fashion and folly and the relentless grip of fate on the lives of those who engage in illicit activities. Join us on this rollercoaster ride as we explore the dichotomy of audacity and destiny in the realm of thieves and burglars.So grab your headphones and prepare for a thrilling and entertaining episode that combines fashion, foibles, and the irresistible forces that shape the destinies of those who choose a life of crime.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

So today is episode 52 .. a whole year of podcasting! So what to talk about on this episode? In last week's episode Our modern obsession with comfort, I read from Jean Liedloff's book The Continuum Concept. The truth is, there was more I wanted to read from her book but I decided to reserve it for another episode .. today's episode! I hope you'll join me as we go fetch water with a group of Yequana women. Resources: The Continuum Concept: Allowing Human Nature to Work Successfully by Jean Liedloff: https://continuumconcept.org/ Earlier episodes referencing Liedloff's Continuum Concept: Reflections on autonomy and belonging (published July 26th 2022) https://podcasts.apple.com/ca/podcast/nvc-life-with-rachelle-lamb/id1633019308?i=1000571204616 Our modern obsession with comfort (published June 20th 2023)  The Trade (a poem): https://youtu.be/gUN60T7O_kE Quote from D.H. Lawrence: "Oh what a catastrophe, what a maiming of love when it was made a personal, merely personal feeling, taken away from the rising and setting of the sun, and cut off from the magic connection of the solstice and equinox. This is what is the matter with us. We are bleeding at the roots, because we are cut off from the earth and sun and stars, and love is a grinning mockery, because, poor blossom, we plucked it from its stem on the tree of life and expected it to keep on blooming in our civilized vase on the table.” If you have comments about this episode or topics you'd like me to explore in future episodes, please submit them here:   https://www.rachellelamb.com/contact-rachelle

Wheat on wheat, Un-hypertension, Tut chariot crash, Beach freedom, Human stripes, Not dead yet, Fetching fennec foxes. Jennifer, Angie, Way, and Bradley discuss the curated links for the week of 6/23/2023. Please consider supporting this ad-free content on Patreon.

A round-up of the main headlines in Sweden on May 9th, 2023. You can hear more reports on our homepage radiosweden.se, or in the app Sveriges Radio Play. Presenter: Simon LinterProducer: Dave Russell

(the very) Weekly Manga Review Show Ep 65 Week of 2/8/23 - Fetching Tea, Split Personalities, Sus Dad & the Middle of the SandwichKeywords: Manga, Anime, Comics, Comic books, pop culture, television, movies, DC Comics, Marvel, Marvel Comics, Indie Comics, Manga ReviewsHelp Support All of Our Shows with a One-Time Donation Here: https://ko-fi.com/weirdsciencecomicsKeywords: Manga, Anime, Comics, Comic books, pop culture, television, movies, DC Comics, Marvel, Marvel Comics, Indie Comics, Manga ReviewsCheck out the Weird Science Manga Youtube Channel:  https://www.youtube.com/@weirdsciencemanga00:50 - Akane-banashi 4808:19 - SAKAMOTO DAYS 10515:32 - Ayakashi Triangle 11924:13 - Luke's Banger - Fabricant 100 736:10 - Fabricant 100 842:26 - SPY x FAMILY 7555:49 - Kaiju #8 79Keywords: Manga, Anime, Comics, Comic books, pop culture, television, movies, indie comics, dc comics, marvel comics, books, comedyLinks to all of the Manga Reading Clubs: https://campsite.bio/weirdsciencemangareadingclubsOr search "Weird Science Manga Reading Club" anywhere you listen to podcasts, and they should all pop up in the search! ★ Support this podcast on Patreon ★

Catch up on some of our favourite moments from Hughesy, Ed & Erin from the week that was!Subscribe on LiSTNR: https://play.listnr.com/podcast/hughesy-ed-and-erinSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

On this episode the boys are happy to welcome our guest, Anthony Ferro, the man behind Fetching Feathers. Anthony is changing the game in the Upland bird-hunting world and taking it by storm through apparel, his hands on dog training, and his own personal hunting adventures.. He is one of the most passionate and driven individuals who refuses to be outworked by anyone. Anthony is an extremely accomplished bird hunter and dog trainer, spending every free second chasing birds across the country with his phenomenal dogs. He is currently 3 species away from completing his North America Slam, which consists of every North American upland game bird species. He is truly an excellent representative for the upland hunting and bird dog world and we are proud to have talked with him. If you liked this episode please leave us a review and drop a follow @huntlifteatofficial and @thehuntlifteatpodcast Check out Fetching Feathers and The Kennel for more info on Anthony and everything he is about. IG: @fetching_feathers @fetching_feathers_thekennel Website fetching-feathers.com Sponsors Casey Burns: Loan Officer PrimeLending   (919) 710-1864   Casey.Burns@Primelending.com   www.CloseWithCasey.com Rack Getter Scents https://www.rackgetterscents.net/ IG: @rackgetterscents2.0 Facebook: Rack Getter Scents & Lures Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Smoking livestock in vehicles. Fetching a misplaced shit, an outrageous news story from the uk.  The mind blowing apprentice yarns from a mechanic  What went on tour, didn't stay on tour  Down Under gets another mash up See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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NEW FOR SEPTEMBER 1, 2022 Falling for great autumn music . . . Over The Wall - The Best Radio You Have Never Heard Vol. 442 1. Comfortably Numb (live) - Pearl Jam 2. Hang On To A Dream (live) - Tim Hardin / The Nice 3. Fallen Angel / In The Dead Of Night (live) - U.K. 4. Debaser (live) - Pixies 5. The One Thing (live) - INXS 6. Warning Sign (live) - Talking Heads 7. Suboceana (live) - Tom Tom Club 8. Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band (live) - Paul McCartney 9. Where Are My Friends - Tedeschi Trucks Band 10. High Falls - The Allman Brothers Band 11. San Lorenzo (live) - The Pat Metheny Group 12. On The Road Again (live) - Pete Townshend 13. Free Man In Paris / Coyote (live) - Joni Mitchell 14. Mayor Of Simpleton (live unplugged) - XTC 15. Stagnation - Genesis 16. Beginning Part 1 - All India Radio The Best Radio You Have Never Heard. Fetching music from over the wall since 2004. Accept No Substitute. Click to join the conversation on the Facebook page.

Rampaging Russ AKA Russell Clark, is back for round two! *HATS NOW FOR SALE*Hugh HendryYouTube: Hugh Hendry OfficialTwitter: @hendry_hughInstagram:  @hughhendryofficialSubstack:  hughhendry.substack.comHats: www.acidcap.com00:00:00 - Fetching and sexy00:02:20 - Melt our minds... 00:20:00 - Whatever it takes!  00:26:30 - The world has changed 00:28:00 - Playing politics 00:29:00 - Adam Smith and beavers00:35:30 - The great vol machine 00:41:18 - Asset rich, cash poor  00:44:30 - The Texas Hustle 01:04:00 - Bloomberg and other scams 01:07:00 - RIP 01:11:00 - Tail to my fox 01:15:00 - Melt away! 

Shep's dog is forced into marrying Patricia's, and Marcie tells everyone she's pregnant over and over again. Welcome to a very special canine wedding episode of Southern Charm! This week's premium bonus is a breakdown of the Real Girlfriends in Paris trailer. Find all of our premium bonuses and video recaps at Patreon.com/watchwhatcrappens. 

In this potluck episode of Syntax, Wes and Scott answer your questions about middleman for API fetching, when to introduce SvelteKit, generating PDFs serverside, trade offs of being an entrepreneur vs employee, and more! Prismic - Sponsor Prismic is a Headless CMS that makes it easy to build website pages as a set of components. Break pages into sections of components using React, Vue, or whatever you like. Make corresponding Slices in Prismic. Start building pages dynamically in minutes. Get started at prismic.io/syntax. Auth0 - Sponsor Auth0 is the easiest way for developers to add authentication and secure their applications. They provides features like user management, multi-factor authentication, and you can even enable users to login with device biometrics with something like their fingerprint. Not to mention, Auth0 has SDKs for your favorite frameworks like React, Next.js, and Node/Express. Make sure to sign up for a free account and give Auth0 a try with the link below. https://a0.to/syntax LogRocket - Sponsor LogRocket lets you replay what users do on your site, helping you reproduce bugs and fix issues faster. It's an exception tracker, a session re-player and a performance monitor. Get 14 days free at logrocket.com/syntax. Show Notes 00:18 Welcome 02:50 Is there a way to create a “middleman” to fetch data from an API once a day? Redis 06:53 Should I wait before introducing team members to SvelteKit? SvelteKit V1 issues 10:28 What options do we have for generating PDFs serverside? WKHTML to PDF Puppeteer PhantomJS html2canvas Generate Invoice Workers 15:47 Sponsor: Prismic 17:08 How do you say thank you to sponsors? 18:32 How would you compare the tradeoffs of working at a tech company vs. an agency vs. freelancing vs. entrepreneurship? 20:47 What's the best way for an oldie like me to catch up? CSS Grid.io Modern CSS Layouts 26:08 I'm wondering what do you think about tRPC? trpc.io Create t3 app 29:00 Sponsor: LogRocket 30:03 PDF creator Cloudflare worker 32:50 How do you feel about keeping separate accounts for things like Twitter? 37:28 Does using prototypes mean you are not doing functional programming? 42:09 PHP vs JavaScript based CMS Ghost Keystone Strapi 45:15 Sponsor: Auth0 46:21 Why do you think this mindset that with age comes an inability to learn? Syntax 44 How to Learn New Things Quickly 51:32 Are there other payment providers you guys recommend or should I stick with Stripe and hope for the best? Stripe Paypal 56:10 SIIIIICK ××× PIIIICKS ××× ××× SIIIIICK ××× PIIIICKS ××× Scott: Literature and History Wes: Kitchen faucet Shameless Plugs Scott: LevelUp Tutorials Wes: Wes Bos Tutorials Tweet us your tasty treats Scott's Instagram LevelUpTutorials Instagram Wes' Instagram Wes' Twitter Wes' Facebook Scott's Twitter Make sure to include @SyntaxFM in your tweets

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Nothing makes your hosts happier than when a movie has everything, and folks, this. Movie. Has. Everything! Bizarre martial arts weapons! A misunderstanding of the rarity of green-eyed women! A semi-truck named The Pork Chop Express! Paul and Erika ate well with this one and you will too!

It takes bravery and careful planning to become a professional stuntman. Unfortunately, William didn't have the latter. Then we hear the story of a very bitter man whose puttering in the garage turned deadly. Neither the seller nor the manufacturer will be liable for any brain damage arising from listening to The Shallow End.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

On this episode I chat with my buddy Cal Hardie. We chat about how he got thrown into upland guiding, his bird dog Jessie and take a look at this upcoming season for him.  As a reminder, if you are enjoying the podcast, please go leave a rating and review on whichever podcast platform you listen on. Much appreciated.  Consider becoming a Patreon supporter by visiting my Patreon page today.  Subscribe to the YouTube Channel by clicking HERE. SPONSORS:  Final Rise - Preimum upland gear for the serious bird hunter. Check out their only sale of the year now until June 5th. Use code FINALRISE to save $30 on any vest system.  Inukshuk Professional Dog Food is a Canadian business, providing professional mushers, sporting dog handlers and kennels around the world with the highest quality dog food on the market.  Trinity Bretons. Angels in the home and demons in the field. Trinity offer puppies, The Trinity Upland Academy with George Hickox, Started Dogs and Stud Service and some damn fine bird dogs.  Gunner Kennels. The search for the perfect kennel is over and having the peace of mind knowing your best friend is safe in the back of your truck is priceless.  AFFILIATES: OnX Hunt. Save 20% off your subscription today by using promo code TUR20  CONNECT WITH ME:  Email: uplandbritts@gmail.com Instagram: @upland_britts or @theuplandrookiepodcast Facebook: The Upland Rookie Podcast Twitter: @uplandrookiepod

T-shirts & more are finally available!! http://tee.pub/lic/BAMG Comic books less than 15 years old are now selling for $10,000 and more - John & Richard share their thoughts on this crazy segment of the market - do these comics have staying power? Also, our Hot Book of the Week features the Hercules, Hercules, Hercules, the 25 Year Rule features takes a trip to Sin City and our Underrated Books of the Week include Robin and Judo Master! Bronze and Modern Gods is the channel dedicated to the Bronze, Copper and Modern Ages of comics and comic book collecting! Follow us on Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/BronzeAndModernGods Follow us on Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/bronzeandmoderngods #comics #comicbooks #comiccollecting --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/bronzeandmoderngods/support