Okay, guys, bear with me for a minute here.

I am a fan of my breasts. I grew them myself, and as I am not an apple tree or a corn maze, there's not that much I can say that about. I am a fan of my breasts remaining healthy and hence, y'know, attached. Not all my friends have been that fortunate. Statistically speaking, I may not be that fortunate forever. This is a sad truth of the modern world.

But there are things we can do.

Books for Boobs, a project of Save the Boobs, is auctioning off signed books to help support the fight against breast cancer. Authors with works in the currently live auctions include Mary Robinette Kowal, Lev Grossman, me, Patrick Rothfuss, Scott Westerfeld, Holly Black, me-as-Mira, and many more.

Auctions will remain live for the next eight days, and are all currently quite low. Support a good cause, get yourself some signed literature, and save the boobs. Because sadly, not being apple trees or corn mazes, we can't grow more if we don't preserve the ones we have.

Welcome to September. Half the month is already gone, and that means it's time for another mile along the route that runs from Sparrow Hill to the Last Chance Diner; it's time to take another trip in the company of Rose Marshall, crankiest hitchhiking ghost this side of the Atlantic Ocean. We only have four more stops before we reach the end of this particular road trip, and things are getting a little darker all the time.

Issue 57 of The Edge of Propinquity is live, and with it, the ninth of the Sparrow Hill Road stories is available. "Last Train" marks the return of someone Rose was really hoping she wouldn't have to see again, and more, the payment of a debt she knew would come due sooner or later. It's going to be a bad night all around.

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.

Welcome to the ghostroads.