Her novels are filled with unforgettable characters and deathless prose.

Some are strangely detailed, like the hugely antlered white deer-creature-cum-forest-god seemingly stolen whole cloth from Princess Mononoke.

He felt as if he were transporting a single, giant woman, a sleeping, shallowly breathing, tetracephalous female pudding whose separate heads kept banging against the windows, opening and shutting pairs of eyes until Haifa...

He stood in the deep shadow of the open doorway, holding the flywire back with one hand and watching them get out and stretch their limbs in the sun.