I adored and devoured her novels. Her confidence in surprising the reader with new vocabulary, challenging us to pick up dictionaries and bookmark certain words, eagerly asking us to engage and allow her to expand our, apparently and comparably limited, lexicon.
She wrote homoerotic novels featuring incestuous wizards, some of which lamed by magic.
Her books still nestle comfortably beside Faulkner and David Foster Wallace. I keep the many post-its of learned words taped to the inside of their hard covers.