Quotes About Bond

it. Stay together. I don't want either of you coming back with holes in you.

I'll tell you that whatever you feel for anyone, however much love's inside you, there's more of it when you have a child. You can't understand it until you've experienced it. And it doesn't change as they grow into men, into women. It just grows with them. It should be me in there, and not my boy.

Affection may not be love, but it is at least its cousin.

You have never asked for anything, yet you have become an albatross around my neck. Your bony arms are knotted behind my head, I walk bowed under the weight of you.

What does he know of the force that drives the utmost strangers into each other's arms, making them kin, kind, beyond all prudence?

So what is it, he thought, that binds me to this spot of earth as if to a home I cannot leave? We must all leave home, after all, we must all leave our mothers. Or am I such a child, such a child from such a line of children, that none of us can leave, but have to come back to die here with our heads upon our mothers' laps, I upon hers, she upon her mother's, and so back and back, generation upon generation?

There was a cord of tenderness that stretched from him to the patch of earth beside the dam and must be cut. It seemed to him that one could cut a cord like that only so many times before it would not grow again.

Hand in hand they stroke her womb, watching for it to flicker and blossom. p. 3

You don't know this yet. But you are Mine - Wrath

Qhuinn: What is wrong with you, that you care so much about me? Blay: What is wrong with you, that you can't see why I would?

This was why people got mated, Rehv suddenly thought. Fuck the sex and the social position. If they were smart, they did it to make a house that had no walls and an invisible roof and a floor that no could walk on-and yet the structure was a shelter no storm could blow down, no match could torch up, no passage of years could degrade. That was when it hit him. A mated bond like that helped you through shit nights like this.

As he vomited, he felt, though did not see, V come over. Forcing his head up, Butch groaned, Help me... I'm going to, trahyner. Give me your hand. As Butch held his palm up in despair, Vishous whipped off his glove and grabbed on good and hard. V's energy, that beautiful, white light, poured down Butch's arm and ripped through him in a blast, cleansing, renewing. United by their clasped hands, they became again the two halves, the light and the dark. The Destroyer and the Savior. A whole.

As always, Blay was the anchor who kept him from being swept away.

Now tell me something. What's your word for husband?" "Hellren, I suppose. The short version is just hell." She laughed softly. "Go figure.

You're some freaky shit, my brother. You really are

V, you know I love you like a brother, right? Yeah. You feed her and I'll tear out your fucking throat out.

Blay was the closest thing to an angel Qhuinn had ever come near.

Sister, he murmured, not as an inquiry, but a statement of fact. Brother mine, she groaned... before her consciousness slipped from her grasp and she drifted away. But she would come back to him. One way or the other, she would not leave her twin ever again.

he(Quinn)put his hand out to his friend. "I'll lay my life down for you.With or Without that piece of paper

You will not live through this if she does not

John Matthew was her well of soul, as the symphaths called it,or her pyrocant, to the vampires. Her essential weakness.

When he nodded, the physician disappeared into thin air, and then a moment later, Payne felt a warm palm encompass hers. It was Vishous's un-gloved hand against her own and the connection between them eased her in ways she couldn't name. Verily, she had lost her mother . . . but if she lived through this, she still had family. On this side.

Phury Syndrome—a condition whereupon one brother was so fucked-up that the other fell into a black hole trying to save him.

Zsadist: I didn't make up the rules of this scenario Wrath: You'll die if you go by yourself. Zsadist: Well... I'm kind of ready to get off the ride. Phury felt his skin get tight all over.