The Heavenly Rocker The Angel's Little Sister Plays Merry Heaven and Hell

By Ruth Finnegan

The angel's little sister ('she can do anything!') isn't content with being God's chief harpist: sweet and virtuous.. Oh no! Drum kit and hell are for her! Off she goes. to her brother's despair, falls in love with a two -timing snake, and in furious revenge plans to blow up the universe, snake with it.

Can the little angel get there in time to stop her?

(the third story in Finnegan's stunning 'Angel Quartet' series).

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ruth Finnegan
• Release date: Nov 6, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311174970

Ruth Finnegan

Ruth Finnegan is a visiting research professor and emeritus professor in the faculty of social sciences at the Open University in the U.K. Finnegan's work Finnegan's work touches on controversial issues about the nature of popular culture, the anthropology and sociology of music, and the quality of people's pathways in modern urban life. Her books include, The Hidden Musicians: Music-Making in an English Town, Communicating: The Multiple Modes of Human Interconnection, Tales of the City: A Study of Narrative and Urban Life, South Pacific Oral Traditions (edited with Margaret Orbell); and Oral Poetry: Its Nature, Significance, and Social Context.

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THE HEAVENLY ROCKER

THE ANGELS’S LITTLE SISTER MAKES MERRY HEAVEN AND HELL

Ruth Finnegan

Callender Press, Bletchley

2015

© Ruth Finnegan 2015

ISBN 9781329663275

"If thou must love me, let it be for nought

Except for love’s sake only. Do not say

‘I love her for her smile – her look – her way

Of speaking gently, - for a trick of thought

That falls in well with mine, and certes brought

A sense of pleasant ease on such a day’ –

For these things in themselves Beloved, may

Be changed or change for thee, - and love so wrought

May be unwrought so. Neither love me for

Thine own dear pity’s wiping my cheeks dry.

A creature might forget to weep, who bore

Their comfort long and lose thy love thereby!

But love me for love’s sake, that evermore

Thou must love on, through love’s eternity."

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Sonnets from the Portuguese

An anxious little angel

The little angel was worried, very worried.

He was worried about his little sister.

You’d think being God’s chief lute-player and harpist would be enough for her?

Just look at her all of ye! The virtue of her! (sweet, in’t she … )

But no! Not for her! She was aiming to be a hii-fiii! high haat! top-hit percussionist and taking her set off to earth. To hell, they’d like it there (not his taste, he preferred – up with your nose angel – Mozart trumpet concertos. Or Vivalid, even if he did write for - girls!)

‘Do do stay here’ he pleaded ‘I’ll even tidy up my room, and polish your lute, and buy you an E string and