Sing the Night, explores the ambition and grief of being an artist. When she’s not writing or rehoming rattlesnakes, she plays Dungeons and Dragons with her husband and six kids. She holds an MFA in Fiction from UCR—Palm Desert.
Eccles applied the Page 69 Test Sing the Night, and reported the following:
Page 69 takes us inside the forbidden mirror beneath the opera house with the ghost trapped inside. This is a quintessential scene where Selene witnesses the magnitude of his magic--marking the difference and noting the possibilities of what magic can do.Visit Megan Jauregui Eccles's website."She couldn't live with herself, knowing she'd left him here.This is an excellent test for Sing the Night. It propels us into one of the main conflicts of the book—the Faustian bargain to free the ghost from the mirror—all while balancing Selene’s need for more power, more magic, and a chance to secure her father’s legacy. Sing the Night is very much an ode to the grief and ambition of being an artist, which is fraught with contradiction. We make art because it’s what our souls need, but we must have commercial viability in that art in order to survive. That creates systems in which artists must push themselves to tbe brink in order to succeed. This scene also captures the rich atmosphere and the lush prose that I worked hard to embody throughout the book. This is such an interesting craft exercise and I look forward to trying it out again on my future work.
He hovered there--winged in darkness and haloed by false stars--like a vengeful god. There was no music to this magic. This wasn't controlled by breath or voice. This magic was wild, living. It had taken his blood and made him monstrous and lovely.
Something sparked, feral and hungry inside Selene. Whatever he was doing, whatever dark magic this was, she needed it. If she could harness this, she would have magic like never before. They'd have no choice but to crown her the King's Mage. To write the Dreshé name down in all the books. She would be unstoppable.
"Selene." His voice was all the thunder but none of the honey, dissonant and dark and somehow still a siren's song.
He flapped his great, dark wings. The force of it shattered the air, pushing Selene back, back, back. The ground slide from beneath her feet and she was floating, falling into the shapeless nothing that was the dark."
My Book, The Movie: Sing the Night.
--Marshal Zeringue











