![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Having ended one story (which is locked away, guarded by dragons and evil-eyed basilisks, and will never see the light of day if I have anything to say about it), I wanted to start all over again on another." ![]() I sat down one day to write myself a story instead of reading one, and thirty-two pages later - pencil and lined paper table - I finished my tale and realized that my predictable world had expanded wildly, enormously, with endlessly diverging and intriguing paths running every which way into an unknown I suddenly knew existed. "Writing was something I fell into," she once said, "much like Alice down the rabbit-hole, when I was fourteen. And a master of fantasy she certainly became: one of the very best of our age, as well as one of the most influential in the mythopoeic end of the fantasy field. From the moment I first stumbled upon her work ( The Forgotten Beasts of Eld, 1974) her books have been lodestars for me - demonstrating, over and over again, the timeless power of myth and fairy tale tropes when wielded by a master writer. I admired Pat professionally, loved her personally, and have been profoundly influenced by her artistically. She was only 74, and I thought we'd have more time with her, more wonderful tales flowing from her pen, and I simply cannot reconcile myself to a world without Patricia in it. I'm still reeling from the news of Patricia McKillip's death last week. ![]()
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