“Why didn’t you send me this author, when you were submitting it?” She blanched a little. “Oh, but you already had [author redacted] on your list, so I thought it would be too similar.” “Argh,” I growled. “I would have made room!” So I lost out on my chance to be Lynn Flewelling’s editor. But instead, I got to be her fan. And that’s a word I don’t use easily: I’ve worked with many writers over the years, and I enjoy their work, I often love their work, but I don’t often consider myself a fan So why Lynn Flewelling? Because when I start one of her stories, I know that I’ll lose the rest of the day to anything else. Period. She writes of people I care about, adventures that I can lose myself in, and, underneath it all she writes about things that matter. About love and friendship. Loyalty and fear. The many layers of faith, and the equal layers of betrayal. And she does it without losing sight of the most important, cannot-be-underestimated elements of writing: Make It Fun.
