Bella Wang

“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

“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

“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

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