Awoke to the news that Anne McCaffrey has died, aged 85, and I imagine all around the world readers are looking up and waiting to see if any dragonriders take flight to stave off the threads of dark the news has struck. Of her books I’ve read, from her famous Pern universe, one passage still rings clear, in which and a boy and a girl meet and fall instantly in love, and the narrator tells us there are two kinds of love, the one that creeps with time and subtlety and comfort, and this second one, the lightning bolt. Oh, yes.
No doubt McCaffrey’s words linger still in the minds and hearts of her fans, and will continue to do so as long as those words are available, for generations to come. We will always have dragonriders to stave off the dark.
Fly safe.
Yeah. Her books meant a lot to me at a very dark time of my life, when I was maybe eleven years old. When I heard the news today, I was surprised to find I had tears in my eyes. I think it was an eleven-year-old boy I used to know.
Books and music; that’s the magic of ’em, right there.