I want to read Dragonsong again, right now. Miss Anne was always in love with the Masterharper. So was I.
Anne McCaffrey taught me many things. She taught me to believe in dragons. She taught me that I should have lots of sex while I’m still young and beautiful. She–through Andre Norton–gave me a talisman that I treasure to this day (and now really wish wasn’t in a storage unit with my beloved crock pot and all my good suitcases).
I had a dream about her house in Ireland once, a great castle with huge golden gates that had a giant fancy P molded into them. I imagine she’s somewhere by that castle now, with the wind in her hair, feeding her dragons.
Love you, Miss Anne. Say hi to Miss Andre for me.