David Eddings passed away this week. This author had a profound influence on my own ideas about fantasy and writing.
It was a strange coincidence that I'd just been reading about Eddings' accomplishments in my husband's alumni magazine from Reed College (Eddings graduated in 1954 so needless to say they didn't cross paths on campus). The author recently donated a large sum of money for scholarships at the school and the article mentioned that he was suffering from a severe terminal illness. It was only a few days later that I learned of his passing.
My copies of the Belgariad and Malloreon have been read so many times that the books' spines are in various states of disintegration. Eddings created amazing, believable worlds and characters who were impossible not to love.
When I finished the Mallorean the first time my heart broke because it was like saying goodbye to a collection of intimate friends.
The final words of the text are these: "And so, my children, the time has come to close the book. There will be other days and other stories, but this tale is finished."
As in writing, so in life.
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