You are listening to a Clarks World magazine podcast with your host and narrator Kate Baker.

Greetings Clarksville Citizens. I hope this podcast finds you well.

We're down to the last two stories for the month of October 2014 and

if you listen to them all so far thank you so much for spending the time with me.

It is my distinct pleasure to bring you such wonderful authors, original stories, and

reprints. And it's with your support via listening, giving through Patreon, finding us via wait list books or Amazon or

subscribing via your Kindle or nook or e-reader, you are what keeps us going. So thank you.

Our fifth story for the month of October is titled A Rich Full Week

by KJ Parker

KJ was born long ago and far away,

worked as a coin dealer, a dog's body in an auction house, and a lawyer, and has so far published 13

novels, The Fensor, Scavenger, and Engineer Trilogies, and Standalone novels, The Company, The Folding Knife, The Hammer, and Sharps.

Three Novellas, Purple and Black, Blue and Gold, and a small price to pay for Bird Song,

which won the 2012 World Fantasy Award, and a gaggle of short fiction.

Married to a lawyer and living in the southwest of England, K.J. Parker is a mediocre stockman and forester.

A barely competent carpenter, blacksmith, and machinist, a two left-footed fencer,

lackluster archer, utility grade armorer, accomplished

textile worker, and crack shot. K.J. Parker is not K.J. Parker's real name.

However, if K.J. Parker were to tell you K.J. Parker's real name. However, if K.J. Parker were to tell you K.J.

Parker's real name, it wouldn't mean anything to you.

You can find K.J. at K.J.'s website K.J. Parker.N. E. So without further ado, I invite you to sit back, relax or wash those dishes or plant a garden or whatever strikes your fancy.

And let me tell you a story. He looked at me the way they all do. You're him then. Yes, I said. This way. Across the square, a cart tied up to a hitching post. One thin horse, not so very long ago he'd use the cart for shifting dung. I sat next to him, my bag on my knees,

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