Seanan McGuire (seanan_mcguire) wrote,
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Good girls go to heaven...

Ever wondered what really happened to Rose Marshall, the pretty little dead girl who started it all? Well, you can finally find out...starting today.

Issue 49 of The Edge of Propinquity is live, and with it, the first of the Sparrow Hill Road stories is available. "Good Girls Go to Heaven" introduces you to Rose Marshall and the ecology of the ghostroads, where death is not forever; it's not even for tonight.

There are a lot of stories trapped and tangled in the twilight. This is only one of them. But it's the one I have to tell.

Give a girl a ride?

Tags: short fiction, sparrow hill road
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I've only just begun to read it, but I had to gush a tad, because Meatloaf--that specific album--was one of the first I ever owned. (I have a lot of love for the 80s and early 90s, but that's a lot of going back after the fact. The first music video I really remember being aware of, if any of that makes sense, is "I would do anything for love.")

Okay, I'ma go finish the story now.
Now, I'm done. And I really enjoyed it. A lot of great lines. It makes me want to read more. I'm floating in that headspace where I'm still wrapped up in the characters and story and mood, and it doesn't quite feel like all I'm doing is sitting on my bed with a sunny day visible through the large window a few feet away.
Yay!
That album is, in my estimation, one of the perfect albums of the world: everything is exactly like it should be, and the overall result is better than the individual parts.
I had that album memorized for years. And after a far-too-long period of not listening to it, I was in the mood and still the words came to me. That, IMO, is the power of a really good album. (Actually, the same could be said for stories, too. That years after reading a really good book--as defined by the individual reader--one can still picture scenes, or recall lines.)