The incomparable Octavia Butler. I have always been a huge fan of her work and was extremely saddened when I heard of her passing. A great talent is lost. Rest in peace, Octavia.
"A writer dies at 58. She leaves 12 novels and dozens of stories, all of which enlarge the universe we inhabit. Where does she go? Into one of the futures she has sought to visualize? Certainly her stories are kept alive by her readers. In that way, her soul is scattered, like ashes from the urn, among her characters. They stand watch. They serve, in the end, as protection from loneliness and a wise investment in immortality.
'I write about people who do extraordinary things. It just turned out that it was called science fiction. -- Octavia Butler"