I learnt this morning of the passing of one of my favourite writers (no, My One Favourite Writer), Tanith Lee, over the weekend. I read her obituary with a disbelieving ululation of, "No!"
She was no mere writer of fantasy, but a singularly beautiful voice within genre fiction. Her prose was suffused with a dark, mercurial lyricism that made her books worth reading, and whose narratives stayed with you long after the book was closed: humming around your brain like potent energy; or coursing through every beat of your heart like the memory of a lover who has left your side, and your bed is still warm from their being there...
I have no more words...Save that you google her, seek her out, read her, cherish and find for yourselves a little magic the like of which will not grace ink and paper again.