To all the Neil Gaiman fans who are reeling from the allegations because they felt seen and shaped by the work of a man who turned out to be a monster, my heart is with you. I once counted The Mists of Avalon as the most influential book of my life, and then I learned of the atrocities its author committed from her own daughter. It is a unique, and unspoken kind of grief, full of questions about the person, the work, our relationship to both, and our responsibility moving forward. In the end, 🧵