Show Notes
Is it dangerous? Ma bichette, I have very few rules, but I never accept any guests more dangerous than myself. I am, after all, a mythical creature: a fair-minded landlord.
"Landlord Asmodeus" was written by Bernie Jean Schiebeling.
Performed by Michelle Kelly.
Sound Design and Scoring by Jeremy Ellett.
Opening Narration by Peter Lewis.
About the Writer: Bernie Jean Schiebeling (she/they) is a queer SFFH author who writes about uncanny experiences, family histories, and brief moments of comfort. Their novella is forthcoming from Psychopomp, and their short stories have appeared in The Deadlands, The Future Fire, and Reckoning. She is also the script editor for the indie science fiction podcast Gastronaut. They can be found on BlueSky at @bernie-jsyk, on Instagram at @bernie_jsyk, and on their website at berniejeanschiebeling.com.
As a last note, she encourages you to fight devilish landlords: know your rights as a renter, support your local tenants union, and stay informed about affordable housing initiatives in your area.
MUSIC:
Slow by Lloyd Rodgers.
Escaped from my Dreams by Unheard Music Concepts.
Lunar Return by Blear Moon.
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TRANSCRIPT: https://goodpointepodcasts.com/sjlyep5-transcript
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