55327_girl-writing_mdIt’s been running in my head since I saw the news she had passed away. Somehow 67 doesn’t seem that old anymore, as if she’s been taken away in the flower of her maturity.

The requiem in my head is full of sadness, and also wound around with memories. It was such a delight to stumble on her fantasy books back in the day. They’ve always had a dimension and resonance for me that few other authors could provide. Because of that resonance, I always felt she and I must be kindred spirits in some way. When I first started writing, I wished I could achieve that kind of dimension.

Ah, well. All things must pass away. We were just blessed with her presence for a few short years. RIP Tanith. I’ll be thinking about you.