66 years old. Far, far too soon.
One of the few authors for whom Kate and I have tried to maintain a complete collection. We've never quite been able to keep up, because this brilliant, funny, angry man was simply so prolific.
He is one of my favorite authors to read; I did so in small doses because even the lightest-seeming book contained themes that deserved weeks or months of reflection.
He was a giant, and he will be missed.
Terry Pratchett kindly posed with his hat for us.
Lilacs.