Apparently they both died within the last few years.
I only ever read Eddings' Belgariad series, when I was a teenager. It seems that his wife was often a writing partner, just uncredited until the 90's.
That's sad to hear. I simply *loved* their books from about 8th grade on. Read them many, many times over the years. But they always did have the "one story, different names" problem, and it seemed to get worse as time went on. Most of the time I didn't mind, as I enjoyed the light storytelling and sense of humor regardless -- although I was disappointed by "The Hidden City" -- the story was taking a new-for-Eddings turn, and somehow through an almost Deus-Ex-Machina twist jumped back into the same old "Kill the bad God" resolution. Never did read the Elder Gods books though... just didn't grab me in the bookstore (guess I should be glad

).
But my most disappointing read... I can't remember the author or name of the book. I didn't even really have all that high hopes for it, but I was going to do a 90-minute donation at the hospital and needed something to read, so I picked up this "sci-fi mystery" that, from the back of the book, was about a guy on a spaceship full of sleeping crew/passengers trying to fulfill a secret mission. Like I said, I didn't have high hopes, but maybe it'd be fun, right? It was *AWFUL*. The plot was this: The "main character" had been infected with an artificially created STD virus that a) made him sterile, b) made him irresistible to women, and c) gave him a drive to ... mate... with every woman he saw to spread the STD sterility virus and help bring about the extermination of the human race. None of that, of course, was hinted at in the summary on the back of the book.
I was sitting in a chair, in a hospital, with a needle in my arm for 90 minutes or so -- and about 25 pages in I chose to stare at the wall instead of torturing myself by trying to read it. As I recall, I was so embarrassed about possibly being seen with it that I hid the book under a blanket just in case anyone might notice it and ask me about it. When the appointment was over and I could leave, I actually threw it in a trash can on my way out. I *love* books, and would otherwise say that I'd never treat one like that. This one deserved that and worse. Just... ugh.