shield-mate
One of the nice things about moving is that everything ends up being rearranged. I found and reread Nobody’s Son, by Sean Stewert.
I haven’t read this book in a very long time, and I was astonished to find a passage that I had forgotten was there.
Life is so hard. She knows it. They all know it. A worshipper isn’t much of a lover. No one wants a mate that only offers weakness. When the darkness comes for her, she’s going to need someone with steel in his back. She wants a husband, not a subject or a son. She wants someone who will stand back to back with her, swords drawn, when the wolves come in.
The image of lover as shield-mate is one of my oldest core relationship metaphors. It’s nice to remember where it came from.
I haven’t read this book in a very long time, and I was astonished to find a passage that I had forgotten was there.
Life is so hard. She knows it. They all know it. A worshipper isn’t much of a lover. No one wants a mate that only offers weakness. When the darkness comes for her, she’s going to need someone with steel in his back. She wants a husband, not a subject or a son. She wants someone who will stand back to back with her, swords drawn, when the wolves come in.
The image of lover as shield-mate is one of my oldest core relationship metaphors. It’s nice to remember where it came from.