Tanith Lee, 1947-2015
SFF has lost a major talent; I’ve lost one of my lodestars.
Tanith Lee died yesterday, only 67. I loved her stories — the unobtrusive but deep knowledge of myth, the subtlety and lyricism, the originality, the nuanced understanding of humans (and non-humans), the fluid roaming over arbitrary boundaries. Her retold folktales etched themselves in my memory and her love of liminals jibed with mine.
Farewell, fellow windwalker. May Silver sing in your sleep.