Lloyd Alexander
died yesterday.
Out of his books, I've only read Time Cat and maybe a quarter of The Black Cauldron (which I couldn't get into and had a not-so-great movie adaptation made after it), but the news still made me a bit sad. Time Cat was one of my favorite books when I was younger. Lots of creatives seem to be dying lately. It's sad.
His final novel is going to be released in August, though. The guy just kept writing until the end, and I really respect that. He must've really loved what he did.