This lady is one great writer and story teller. Such a pity she died so young. Nevertheless I am still happily plowing through her thirteen eleven twelve (confusing bibliography) published novels. I started here, and recently finished this post-apocalyptic one and this fantasy one.
Last night I finished her short story collection, Blood Child, and came away with five favorites out of nine there, including the title tale about species symbiosis and a sympathetic, loving tale of incest. Her deceptively simple prose is enticing, even when the stories are strange. Her genre is science fiction and fantasy, after all. More of the latter than the former, it seems, though that may just be where I am in the trek. Harrowing as some of her tales are, they usually end satisfactorily, even hopefully. Like classic science fiction often does. Give her a try, if you haven’t already. You won’t be sorry.
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