Hey folks, writer slash creator Jess here. We're still on hiatus before our third and final season, and

fear not Patreon patrons, we are not charging you for this non-starship iris content, but in the meantime, we're dropping the first episode of where the stars fell.

A supernatural fantasy fiction podcast where the biggest twist is only the beginning and what doesn't kill you is just another mystery.

In a mysterious Oregon town, the Antichrist and her guardian angel are forced to work together to stop the religious rapture, but they don't know any of that yet.

It's a mystery that encourages fans to theorize and engage with it and celebrates when they predict the revelations.

It features themes of disability, identity, and agency from a diverse team of creators. If your fan of gravity falls, good omens are getting the ninth, check it out.

My personal theory as to why Dr. Ed Tucker is unable to die is that death lost the file and doesn't want to admit it and it's very awkward and is just kind of pretending that Dr. Ed Tucker no longer exists.

You can find and listen to where the stars fell anywhere you listen to podcasts are thanks to where the stars fell for letting us drop this episode in our feed.

So, I just want to preface this with me saying that I'm not crazy. I'm not high, drunk, and I've taken all my medication today.

I have a completely clear head and I am in my right mind. Keep this statement in your pocket. You'll need it later.

I think my fascination with the supernatural first started when I realized I couldn't die. Now, I know what you're thinking.

Ed, you have a personality disorder that specifically gives you weird delusions that have no basis in reality.

Just last week, you had a panic attack and thought if you looked in the mirror, snakes would come out of your eyes.

How could this possibly be true? Well, guess what, motherfuckers? I have evidence. Clear, solid, unmistakable evidence.

But that comes later. For now, I have to figure out where the hell I am and if that noise my car is making signals and impending explosion.

And log.

Oh, fuck. Fucking fuck. Come on, princess. You can't make it ten more miles.

Goddamn it. Where the hell did I pack the toolkit?

Car travel? Trunk, technically. She thinks she's being cute. They always do. You heading into town?

Just outside. I'm renting the cabin on Asher Road.

Ha! We haven't had someone new in there for so long. I almost forgot it was a two-family. You've met Ms. Lucille then.

Uh, no, there wasn't any contact info for the other resident. Her name's Lucille. What is she? Some kind of royalty?

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