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*stunned silence*
Robert Holdstock is dead. One of my absolutely favourite writers. And I never got to meet him.
Who's going to write me more of Lavondyss, now?
He's gone into my personal Mythago Wood, for sure.
Who's going to write me more of Lavondyss, now?
He's gone into my personal Mythago Wood, for sure.
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This was a strange, sorrowful thing to wake up to after a night of restless dreams.
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I hope he's wandering in his favourite glade now.
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Would a small eulogy to Holdstock really be too much to ask for, HS?
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