"He rolled on his hip, tipping her. the room rocked around him and her thighs parted. He lowered himself into the splay, touching stiffly against her. She flinched. He made a humorous face, but it faded straightaway. Then he strained forward and she spread around him.
Sam felt her emotions in a vibrant cascade: her wonder, her joy, her longing. She tendered him what was innermost - her hunger, her sadness, her desperate hope. And then she was asking, reaching for his heart. He hesitated at her insistence. She met his fear as she had before, elation vanishing, risking abandonment, summoning her courage and asking again, showing him how to surrender. His resistance dissolved and he let himself go, heart molten and flowing to meet her. He felt himself at her center, warm and joined, her soft moan in his ear. It was as if she'd been searching for her real self her whole life, and now she had found it. They rode the moment together.(...)
He surrendered everything, and finally, truly, he was not alone.
Lindy, too, found the peace she had sought. In that great flood of love from Sam's heart, she was recognized and knew who she was. In a moment, all her fears and sadness collapsed - the running and flying and endless hoping were over. Sweet tears burst from her, tears of welcome. It was a wandering orphan, returning after an absence of so many years - her lost self. What a wonderful girl she was: full of love, wise and fearless, with a child's joy and a child's trust. Sam had found her. Only Sam could have done it.(...) With all the bliss within her, Lindy knew that.(...)"