"Lady Marmalade" alone is worth the price of admission. It's both hilarious and heartfelt, with a take on Hell that deeply understands Dante and all the authors who've felt compelled to follow Dante's footsteps into that particular underworld--especially the ones who climbed back up with dissenting maps. Despite the fact that my two children were climbing bodily all over me while I read it, I literally could not put this manuscript down. And I mean literally literally.
Michael M. Jones's book was already in Limbo when our Trafficking in Magic/Magicking in Traffic anthology was consigned there. He has been good company here at the outermost threshhold of Hell. It looks possible that the Trafficking/Magicking anthology may escape to something better. I'd love to see Scheherazade make it out, too.