Seanan McGuire (seanan_mcguire) wrote,
Seanan McGuire
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But my mama's gone, like the prarie dawn, and the Lord of the Buffalo.

It's time for some free fiction, and for the last story of the Johnny and Fran era. The year is 1945. Frances Healy, born Frances Brown, is gone, and the time has come, however little we might want it, to say goodbye to a friend.

With "Star of New Mexico," we close the book on Johnny and Fran, and look to the future. It's the end of an era. It's the beginning of something new.

You can download the new story now from the InCryptid short fiction page.

This also serves as your discussion post.

As an author's note, if you want the perfect song to accompany this story, download "Chasing Twisters" (the song, not the EP) by Delta Rae. I cannot recommend it highly enough.

Goodbye, Fran. I'll miss you.
Tags: giving stuff away, incryptid, short fiction
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Oh, oh. My heart breaks for Fran's human family, but it was the mouse priest who really got to me. So much love and so much loss.
Yes. Especially because I think this is the first time we see the Aeslin mice on their terms. Certainly most of the time we see them, it's through the lens of the Price-Healys. It's easy to be amused by 'Cheese and Cake!' without remembering that the mice have their own society that is intertwined with their gods', but still separated, and their own understanding of mortality (both Aeslin and human).
Yes, you're right.
bingo
Yeah, this.

Maybe i feel like i know a bit what it's like to lose people close to me - but the purity of the mouse's love was just too much.
Yeah. I managed to not cry, until I got to the mouse stepping down as priest. From then on, it was just sobbing.
Yeah, I was okay until I got to the mice. Then I was just a watering pot until the end.
Same here - sobbed myself to sleep.
I've been saying for a while that the mice are absolutely tragic figures; we just mostly see them from the wrong angle to really grasp that.