The images came unbidden, flashing, flickering through his mind, brief and bright as if lit by lightning. The things you could do with knots. The things Rodney could do with knots. All the things he might have done, back on Earth, with knots and rope and willing bodies caught and held. The bodies of people like John, who wanted, needed…
- Part 1 of Descent universe
It’s always hard, keeping it together when Rodney has set a time and place, when he knows in advance the moment when he’ll be allowed to give up control. As if he’s slipping through his own fingers, spilling through the cracks, and it’s all he can do not to let his grip falter before Rodney is there to take over, there to hold the pieces together with his ropes and his hands and all that confident will, keeping John whole as he falls apart.
- Part 2 of Descent universe