Tin God Quotes

“My mothers, guide my beloved to the tree of souls My fathers, take his bones to build his next life Beloved, let your soul rise to the stars I will sing you to your next life I will sing you to your next life Your soul will not be lost when the mothers take you to the tree Your body will return to build another with the fathers’ help You will not be lost if you follow my voice I will sing you to your next life.”
― Elizabeth Hunter, Tin God

“Your blood will be part of this river.” She bent to her mate’s ear and whispered in her own language so the others would not listen. “You’re not dead, Stephen. Not really. Your body will return to the water. Your tears will return to the sea.” She closed her eyes and listened to the cries of her mate’s beloved child. It was one of the things that had connected them. She had told Stephen about her children because he understood. “One day,” she continued whispering, “the blood that stains this grass will fall as rain on the earth your daughter walks on. And your spirit will exist in me forever. Nothing is wasted in the end.” She closed her eyes and repeated to herself, “Nothing is wasted.”
― Elizabeth Hunter, Tin God

“Your blood will be part of that,” Tenzin said. “You’re not dying really. Your body will feed flowers and grass. Your tears will return to the sea. One day the blood that is leaving you right now will fall as rain on the grass that your people walk on, and your spirit will exist in them and in another form.” She turned to the girl, who was staring at the river again. “Nothing is wasted in the end. Everything has a purpose.”
― Elizabeth Hunter, Tin God

“Carwyn shook his head. “Don’t ask me how that woman thinks. I’ve only been alive a thousand years. You think I know the mind of my wife?”
― Elizabeth Hunter, Tin God

“Be useful. Allow yourself to be bored. Take pleasure in small things, Brigid Connor.”
― Elizabeth Hunter, Tin God

“How do you live forever, Tenzin?” “You don’t live forever—you live now.”
― Elizabeth Hunter, Tin God

“She was a warrior, and he adored her. He’d spend eternity adoring her, and it wouldn’t be anything but what she deserved.”
― Elizabeth Hunter, Tin God

“How long have you been awake?”
“Long enough to have a raging hard-on from looking at your arse”. He planted one hand on her ample cheek.
“Such a romantic,” she murmured. “Poetry just trips off your tongue.”
“I know. You’re such a lucky woman.”
― Elizabeth Hunter, Tin God

“Carwyn owed his allegiance to no man, woman, or immortal.
Except one fucking woman who was determined to drive him mad.
Someone had recently described Brigid Connor as “a badger trapped in a barn” and it wasn’t an inaccurate comparison. She was stubborn, destructive, and single-minded. It made her a fierce protector, an absolute firecracker in bed, and one of the best vampires he’d known in a thousand years.
Of course he’d married her.”
― Elizabeth Hunter, Tin God

“After all” —Carwyn stared— “we both know I could pull this entire building down on top of us if I wanted to.” “Yes, sir.” Jerome didn’t flinch. “But doing that might ruin that kick-ass Soundgarden T-shirt you’ve got going on.” Carwyn looked down at the T-shirt that peeked out from his heavy leather jacket. “It’s vintage.” The guard lifted one shoulder. “Probably not a good idea to mess it up.”
― Elizabeth Hunter, Tin God: A Paranormal Mystery Romance