Love. Sweet, steamy, star-crossed or paranomal … what makes your lovers special? By which I mean, themselves and not generic.
Below is the passage that prompted this post. It's from the POV of Ilse Marin, the heroine introduced into my series in Part 7: Healer’s Sword. The quote is from Part 10: Unholy Science, still in draft.
Share your “special love” quote from your own work (or a favorite) as a comment. Or your ideas on what makes a couple interesting.
Love was much too kind a word for the force binding her and Horth Nersal together, but it was too complex to call it an obsession. It wasn’t just his body she loved. His soul was like a core of bright steel, worn smooth; the handle of a good sword; a deep, constant ocean of integrity as fierce in its embrace of family as it was lethal in opposition. His talents and intelligences inspired her, her own strengths made to complement his weaknesses. She wanted to defend him against the world, explain him where he might be misunderstood, burn in the heat of their shared passion and bask in the security his presence promised.