
I generally love it when a story has a decent (well written) love story in it.


So who do you think she loves more?
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Doesn't make a difference. Adopted or not, a mother's love is NOT to be underestimated!! [Unless she is a BAD mother.Darth Revan wrote:She's not his real mother though.Creator wrote:Boy - no respones! (the vote was mine)
A mother will ALWAYS chose her child over her spouse/lover/partner. That's what moms do!!!
I would save my wife personally... not that I have one...ur-bane wrote:I don't think it is a fair comparison whatsoever.
As has been stated before, they are 2 different kinds of love.
Thomas Covenant is dead for all intents and purposes at the end of the Second Chronicles.
Jeremiah is a living person in her original world.
But it does remind me of a question I was once asked:
You are standing on a lakeshore. Your mother and your wife are swimming some distance apart far out in the lake.
They are both drowning. You will only be able to save one of them. Whom would you choose?
Make that Linden standing on a lakeshore, TC and Jeremiah drowning, and I believe she would choose to save Jeremiah. After all, she was willing to risk the Earth to get him back from Foul.
I can definately see your point. It seems hard to imagine a bond between Linden and Jeremiah that does not simply include Linden. But at the same time, Linden has a need to be needed. She has had that need since first we met her. Jeremiah, in her mind, needs her. Just as she needs Jeremiah.Darth Revan wrote:
But jeremiah.... how can she have a connection with him? I don't mean to sound like a bastard... but you can hardly share a bond with someone who doesn't react to anything. I don't mean she can't love him, because she obviously does. But she can't have a bond with someone when they don't have any feeling for you.
Very funny! But, however, also possibly true.Caer Sylvanus wrote:Linden Avery the Unbeliever?
She came out of the store just in time to see
her young son playing on the sidewalk directly in the
path of the gray, gaunt man who strode down the
center of the walk like a mechanical derelict.