As the lost weyrs began their long journey between, so too has their creator. I’ve just learned of the death of Anne McCaffrey. For a moment, all I felt was shock, then surprise to realize that I’d teared up. Now, I feel a deep sadness. In my head, I can almost hear the mournful bugles of the thousands of dragons on Pern, one of my favorite places to visit. I first journeyed there when I was around ten-years-old, along with the original colonists in Dragonsdawn. But I fell in love with the planet, and dragonkind, in The White Dragon. I wanted Ruth so bad. Still do, actually. I couldn’t decide which would be more fun, flying a-dragonback with Ruth and Jaxom, or traipsing through Southern jungles with Peimur, Farli, and Stupid. Now, I’m over thirty, and I still feel that thrill of anticipation whenever I embark for Pern.
We will all miss her.
My sincere condolences go out to her family.