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Saturday, September 27, 2014

R.I.P. Eugie Foster

Jesus, what just happened? She was only 42!

I knew her a bit. We did things as authors together at conventions and panels. She was way too nice to die so young, with so many stories unwritten. She was extremely good. She was the kind of person that you wish you were smart enough, cool enough, to hang with. She was brilliant, sharp, and erudite. She was glamorous. She gave off an aura of leading a cooler life than most people dared to dream about. She was the kind of person whom you could imagine discovering at a secret party, somewhere, where the beasts of the city ran wild in the dark. She was such good people.

In such a short, way too short time, she produced brilliant short stories, numinous and numerous short stories.

Go read some of them, today.

http://www.eugiefoster.com/fiction

Fuck cancer.

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