I was saddened yesterday to hear that Terry Pratchett, one of my favourite authors, died. He was one of the first authors I latched onto as I grew to adulthood and my reading tastes grew alongside his book releases.
I stopped reading his books a couple of years ago so that they wouldn’t influence my own while I write them, so there’s still plenty to catch up on, but to know that’s now limited feels like some of the magic has gone from this world.
For those fans of his Discworld books, the perfect epilogue to his life came via the Twitter account.
AT LAST, SIR TERRY, WE MUST WALK TOGETHER
Terry took Death’s arm and followed him through the doors and on to the black desert under the endless night.