You’ll excuse me stepping outside our genre a little bit into Fantasy just for a moment, as I know many of our readers shared my love of Terry Pratchett.
Today we lost Sir Terry Pratchett, who somehow found his way over the edge of our Roundworld, and who I personally hope fell safely onto the flatter, more ridiculous, yet more sensible one that he created. Discworld was not just a place in his mind – he made it real. I can close my eyes and picture the soft yellow light of dawn flow over the landscape like golden syrup, and it is no small thing to make the sun rise in the minds of the countless readers of his books.
Yes, today we lost Sir Terry Pratchett, but he found peace. An end to his suffering. Death took away the pain. And on this sorrowful day, I can think of no one better to quote than his own Death:
“Wʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀʀᴠᴇsᴛ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ғᴏʀ, ɪғ ɴᴏᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Rᴇᴀᴘᴇʀ Mᴀɴ?”