Lover Reborn (Black Dagger Brotherhood, #10)

by J.R. Ward

It was the very best that life had to offer anyone: a person to love and be loved by, with whom you carved meaning in the oak trunk of time’s perennial passing.

“If I can live through the events,” she said, “I can get through the memories.”

“If you say my name while you do that, I’m going to throw up a little in my mouth.”

“Jesus,” Tohr hissed as he put his weapon away. “I thought you’d quit!” “Okay, still not that guy who was born in a manger. And believe me, I tried to file my resignation, but the Maker wasn’t interested in what I had to say. As usual.”

When you got mated, you went into it alone: You came up to your female with your heart in your throat and your love in your eyes, and you didn’t need anyone or anything else, because it was all about her. When you were performing her Fade ceremony, on the other hand, you had to have your brothers with you, not just in the same room, but as close as you could get them: The weights on his hands and around his neck and the tie about his waist were all that were going to keep him standing. Especially when the pain came.