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5481bed "I'm afraid not." Hades sighed. "My son here convinced me that perhaps I should prioritize my list of enemies." He glared at me with distaste. "As much as I dislike certain upstart demigods, it would not do for Olympus to fall. I would miss bickering with my siblings. And if there is one thing we agree on - it is that you were a TERRIBLE father." olympus siblings terrible-father kronos nico-diangelo Rick Riordan
5a7bcb0 He's my brother, my blood. He annoys the hell out of me most of the time, but when it comes right down to it I want to see him graduate from college and have little annoying mini-Alexes and mini-Brittanys running around in the future siblings Simone Elkeles
583345b I wish the night would end, I wish the day'd begin, I wish it would rain or snow, or the wind would blow, or the grass would grow, I wish I had yesterday, I wish there were games to play... nature sadness love song-lyrics siblings V.C. Andrews
34bbe5c "Why did you?" Clary asked. "Why did I what?" "Help me back there." "You're my sister." She swallowed. In the morning light, Sebastian's face had some color in it. There were faint burns along his neck where demon ichor had splashed him. "You never cared that I was your sister before." "Didn't I?" His black eyes flicked up and down her. "Our father's dead," he said. "There are no other relatives. You and I, we are the last. The last of the Morgensterns. You are the only one left whose blood runs in my veins, too. You are my last chance." sebastian-verlac siblings Cassandra Clare
9956751 People talk about the happy quiet that can exist between two loves, but this, too, was great; sitting between his sister and his brother, saying nothing, eating. Before the world existed, before it was populated, and before there were wars and jobs and colleges and movies and clothes and opinions and foreign travel -- before all of these things there had been only one person, Zora, and only one place: a tent in the living room made from chairs and bed-sheets. After a few years, Levi arrived; space was made for him; it was as if he had always been. Looking at them both now, Jerome found himself in their finger joints and neat conch ears, in their long legs and wild curls. He heard himself in their partial lisps caused by puffy tongues vibrating against slightly noticeable buckteeth. He did not consider if or how or why he loved them. They were just love: they were the first evidence he ever had of love, and they would be the last confirmation of love when everything else fell away. love siblings Zadie Smith
84a6209 "Hazel frowned. "Why that one?" "You don't see the ghost?" Frank asked. "Ghost?" Nico asked. Okay... if Frank was seeing a ghost that the Underworld kids couldn't see, something was definitely wrong." percy-jackson-and-te-olympians siblings underworld house-of-hades nico-di-angelo rick-riordan hazel-levesque ghosts Rick Riordan
4db559b "He gave her a sly, sideways look. "Did you bring it?" "My list? Heavens, no. What can you be thinking?" His smile widened. "I brought mine." Daphne gasped. "You didn't!" "I did. Just to torture Mother. I'm going peruse it right in front of her, pull out my quizzing glass--" "You don't have a quizzing glass." He grinned--the slow, devastatingly wicked smile that all Bridgerton males seemed to possess. "I bought one just for this occasion." "Anthony, you absolutely cannot. She will kill you. And then, somehow, she'll find a way to blame me." "I'm counting on it." siblings Julia Quinn
622bcf6 They had nothing to say to each other. A five-year age gap between siblings is like a garden that needs constant attention. Even three months apart allows the weeds to grow up between you. siblings Zadie Smith
b3fe7c2 "Well," he said with an affected sigh, "you have my approval, at least." "Why?" Hyacinth asked suspiciously. "It would be an excellent match," he continued. "If nothing else, think of the children." She knew she'd regret it, but still she had to ask. "What children?" He grinned. "The lovely lithping children you could have together. Garethhhh and Hyathinthhhh. Hyathinth and Gareth. And the thublime Thinclair tots." Hyacinth stared at him like he was an idiot. Which he was, she was quite certain of it. She shook her head. "How on earth Mother managed to give birth to seven perfectly normal children and one freak is beyond me." "Thith way to the nurthery." Gregory laughed as she headed back into the room. "With the thcrumptious little Tharah and Thamuel Thinclair. Oh, yeth, and don't forget wee little Thuthannah!" humor siblings Julia Quinn
f37408f I don't feel the need to explain my actions to her. I don't clarify, I don't doubt, I don't worry. I don't tell her everything, not anymore, but I tell her more than anyone else, by far. I tell her as much as I can. family-relationships trust family love sibling-bond sibling-relationships unconditional-love sister brothers siblings family-love twins sisters loyalty Gillian Flynn
0cd7492 Mom loved my brother more. Not that she didn't love me - I felt the wash of her love every day, pouring over me, but it was a different kind, siphoned from a different, and tamer, body of water. I was her darling daughter; Joseph was her it. siblings mother Aimee Bender
b4931eb "I would do anything for you. Anything." With that, he pushed his way out...and as the door eased shut, she realized that I love you could indeed be said without actually uttering the phrase. Actions did mean more than words." love payne vishous hurt siblings J.R. Ward
46e4f18 I've been the oldest child since before you were born wisdom siblings E.L. Konigsburg
73d02a7 "I understand that you are an accomplished swords-man," she finally said. He eyed her curiously. Where was she going with this? "I like to fence, yes," he replied. "I have always wanted to learn." "Good God," Gregory grunted. "I would be quite good at it," she protested. "I'm sure you would," her brother replied, "which is why you should never be allowed within thirty feet of a sword." He turned to Gareth. "She's quite diabolical." "Yes, I'd noticed," Gareth murmured, deciding that maybe there might be a bit more to Hyacinth's brother than he had thought. Gregory shrugged, reaching for a piece of shortbread. "It's probably why we can't seem to get her married off." "Gregory!" This came from Hyacinth, but that was only because Lady Bridgerton had excused herself and followed one of the footmen into the hall. "It's a compliment!" Gregory protested. "Haven't you waited your entire life for me to agree that you're smarter than any of the poor fools who have attempted to court you?" "You might find it difficult to believe," Hyacinth shot back, "but I haven't been going to bed each night thinking to myself--Oh, I do wish my brother would offer me something that passes for a compliment in his twisted mind." humor compliments swordplay siblings Julia Quinn
fe27692 - So my own sister will not promote me? Speaking of which, weren't you supposed to find me a beautiful future wife with a small fortune? Have you had any success on that front? - Yes - I have warned them all. siblings Libba Bray
4a2e8ec "You must not imagine that Papa or I have the least notion of compelling you to marry anyone whom you hold in aversion, for I am sure that such a thing would be quite shocking! And Charles would not do so either, would you, dear Charles?"(Elizabeth Ombersley) "No, certainly not. But neither would I consent to her marriage with any such frippery fellow as Augustus Fawnhope!" "Augustus," announced Cecilia, putting up her chin, "will be remembered long after you have sunk into oblivion!" "By his creditors? I don't doubt it." marriage siblings Georgette Heyer
aca1ee7 "Milk?" Lady Bridgerton asked. "Thank you," Gareth replied. "No sugar, if you please." "Hyacinth takes hers with three," Gregory said, reaching for a piece of shortbread. "Why," Hyacinth ground out, "would he care?" "Well," Gregory replied, taking a bite and chewing, "he is your special friend." humor tea siblings Julia Quinn
6ad8578 If you want to see something funny, it's a tough hood sticking his tongue out at his big brother. funny siblings S.E. Hinton
cc16128 It's been my experience that only children never learn when to keep their fucking traps shut. An older brother would have beat that out of you. only-children talking siblings Adrian McKinty
89cd78e Jill had three basic statements about life, 1. It is your life, usually with some added social commentary. 2. What you want and what you get are usually two entirely different things. 3. No one ever said that life was fair. family friendship life love inspitational sibling-relationships tour unfair home siblings Nicholas Sparks Micah Sparks
f7fe1ca We were born in the '70s, back when twins were rare, a bit magical: cousins of the unicorn, siblings of the elves. magic family love the-70s the-seventies unicorn old-fashioned rare elves siblings unicorns superstition twins Gillian Flynn
37a9a38 You need not think that because we chanced to be born of the same parents, I shall suffer you to fasten me down by even the feeblest claim: I can tell you this - if the whole human race, ourselves excepted, were swept away, and we two stood alone on the earth, I would leave you in the old world, and betake myself to new. siblings Charlotte Brontë
f0f984b [Jo to her mother] I knew there was mischief brewing. I felt it and now it's worse than I imagined. I just wish I could marry Meg myself, and keep her safe in the family. marriage humor jo siblings Louisa May Alcott
f7fbbf8 "You've no more for me than I have for you." Considerably disconcerted by this direct attack, she stammered: "How can you say so? When I am sure I have always been most sincerely attached to you!" "You deceive yourself, sister: not to me, but to my purse!" siblings Georgette Heyer
609169a who knows you better than your own brother? family siblings Karen Joy Fowler
1619f39 There is so much that is still silent between Jaja and me. Perhaps we will talk more with time, or perhaps we never will be able to say it all, to clothe things in words, things that have long been naked. siblings speech Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
f83fe9f There was something about the people you grew up around, the ones you'd seen throughout your childhood, the folks you couldn't remember not knowing. Even if the past was a complicated mess, as you aged, you were just glad the sons of bitches were still on the planet. It gave you the illusion that life wasn't as fragile as it actually was--and on occasion, that was the only thing that got you through the night. family-history siblings J.R. Ward
e8e046a She ordered a martini and encouraged me to, but said she couldn't drink it with her medication. She just liked seeing it in front of her, like the old days, all set to do its little magic. memories life siblings nostalgia Richard Ford
80082cc Rose leaned against the bathroom door. Here it was -- her real life, the truth of who she was, barreling down on her like a bus with bad brakes. Here was the truth -- she wasn't the kind of person Jim could fall in love with. She wasn't what she'd made herself out to be -- a cheerful, uncomplicated girl, a normal girl with a happy, orderly life, a girl who wore pretty shoes and had nothing more pressing on her mind that whether ER was a rerun this week. The truth was in the exercise tape she didn't have time to unwrap, let alone exercise to; the truth was her hairy legs and ugly underwear. Most of all, the truth was her sister, her gorgeous, messed-up, fantastically unhappy and astoundingly irresponsible sister. family-relationships sibling-relationships siblings Jennifer Weiner
6ef2e83 Oliver has stated many times his dislike of hearing advice from his younger sister, so it is his own fault if he has not got sense enough to see which way the wind is blowing. stupidity funny ignored common-sense brothers siblings Patricia C. Wrede
a7a2124 I want to hold his hand, but I know he will shake it free. His eyes are too full of guilt to really see me, to see his reflection in my eyes, the reflection of my hero, the brother who tried always to protect me the best he could. He will never think that he did enough, and he will never understand that I do not think he should have done more. siblings protection Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
fcbbbbd "It was after a Frontline television documentary screened in the US in 1995 that the Freyds' public profile as aggrieved parents provoked another rupture within the Freyd family, when William Freyd made public his own discomfort. 'Peter Freyd is my brother, Pamela Freyd is both my stepsister and sister-in-law,' he explained. Peter and Pamela had grown up together as step-siblings. 'There is no doubt in my mind that there was severe abuse in the home of Peter and Pam, while they were raising their daughters,' he wrote. He challenged Peter Freyd's claims that he had been misunderstood, that he merely had a 'ribald' sense of humour. 'Those of us who had to endure it, remember it as abusive at best and viciously sadistic at worst.' He added that, in his view, 'The False memory Syndrome Foundation is designed to deny a reality that Peter and Pam have spent most of their lives trying to escape.' He felt that there is no such thing as a false memory syndrome.' Criticising the media for its uncritical embrace of the Freyds' campaign, he cautioned: lies story influence reality truth bias biased child-abuse child-rape enabling-abuse fabrication false-memory fmsf freyd jennifer-freyd objective paedophile pamela-freyd peter-freyd protecting-pedophiles sadistic sex-abuse underwager flawed pedophile denial deny siblings media surprise child-sexual-abuse incest false-memory-syndrome-foundation psychology Judith Jones Beatrix Campbell
8032ccd At times like this, Eryn didn't feel like they were just twins. They were teammates. They were partners. They were two halves of the same brain. siblings partners twins Margaret Peterson Haddix
0639bc4 "That dung flop?" Nakita said, her dislike almost visibly dripping into nasty puddles at Amy's designer flats. "Yes, I guess. That doesn't mean I have to like him." "I know what you mean." Amy faked a heartfelt sigh. "I have a brother too." The girls behind her giggled when she pushed past me to Barnabas. "I'm Amy," she said, smiling as she extended her hand." "Barnabas," the reaper said as he darted past me to give Nakita a sideways hug to avoid having to shake Amy's hand. "This is Nakita. She's my favorite sister. We're from Norway." pretense siblings Kim Harrison
be13c0e "God, I wish he and I had been genuinely close as opposed to the "Don't-they-look-nice-together-in-the-airbrushed-family-portrait close." sibling-relationships brothers siblings Douglas Coupland
016684c "How did you know?" Benedict finally asked. One corner of Colin's mouth tilted up into a crooked smile. "About Sophie? It's rather obvious." "Colin, she's--" "A maid? Who cares? What is going to happen to you if you marry her?" Colin asked with a devil-may-care shrug of his shoulders. "People you couldn't care less about will ostracize you? Hell, I wouldn't mind being ostracized by some of the people with whom I'm forced to socialize." Benedict shrugged dismissively. "I'd already decided I didn't care about all that," he said. "Then what in bloody hell is the problem?" Colin demanded. "It's complicated." "Nothing is ever as complicated as it is in one's mind." colin siblings Julia Quinn
14fcaf9 "Mandy was thinking back to when she was five years old, when she, her parents and Jud went outside before Christmas and had a snowball fight with the gray snow of Sydney Mines. "This is a wicked blast," Jud would say, and Mandy would snap photos with a 35mm disposable film camera, photos she wished very much she could step into sometimes." photography family 35mm-camera snowball-fight wicked-blast cape-breton nova-scotia sister brother coal canada christmas fake siblings snow Rebecca McNutt
deb15fd For a moment we glared at each other, stubborn as cats on the stable wall, full of mutual resentment and something darker, the old sense between sisters that there is only really room in the world for one girl. The sense that every fight could be to the death. resentment siblings sisters Philippa Gregory
6a63f89 "I've only an hour," Colin said as he attached the safety tip to his foil. "I have an appointment this afternoon." "No matter," Benedict replied, lunging forward a few times to loosen up the muscles in his leg. He hadn't fenced in some time; the sword felt good in his hand. He drew back and touched the tip to the floor, letting the blade bend slightly. "It won't take more than an hour to best you." Colin rolled his eyes before he drew down his mask. Benedict walked to the center of the room. "Are you ready?" "Not quite," Colin replied, following him. Benedict lunged again. "I said I wasn't ready!" Colin hollered as he jumped out of the way. "You're too slow," Benedict snapped. Colin cursed under his breath, then added a louder, "Bloody hell," for good measure. "What's gotten into you?" "Nothing," Benedict nearly snarled. "Why would you say so?" Colin took a step backward until they were a suitable distance apart to start the match. "Oh, I don't know," he intoned, sarcasm evident. "I suppose it could be because you nearly took my head off." "I've a tip on my blade." "And you were slashing like you were using a sabre," Colin shot back. Benedict gave a hard smile. "It's more fun that way." "Not for my neck." Colin passed his sword from hand to hand as he flexed and stretched his fingers. He paused and frowned. "You sure you have a foil there?" Benedict scowled. "For the love of God, Colin, I would never use a real weapon." "Just making sure," Colin muttered, touching his neck lightly. "Are you ready?" Benedict nodded and bent his knees. "Regular rules," Colin said, assuming a fencer's crouch. " slashing." Benedict gave him a curt nod. " !" Both men raised their right arms, twisting their wrists until their palms were up, foils gripped in their fingers. "Is that new?" Colin suddenly asked, eyeing the handle of Benedict's foil with interest. Benedict cursed at the loss of his concentration. "Yes, it's new," he bit off. "I prefer an Italian grip." Colin stepped back, completely losing his fencing posture as he looked at his own foil, with a less elaborate French grip. "Might I borrow it some time? I wouldn't mind seeing if--" "Yes!" Benedict snapped, barely resisting the urge to advance and lunge that very second. "Will you get back ?" Colin gave him a lopsided smile, and Benedict just that he had asked about his grip simply to annoy him. "As you wish," Colin murmured, assuming position again." -- fencing siblings Julia Quinn
8d257a1 In fairy tales, the heroes are punished when they run away from a task. The heroes, not their younger brothers... heroes family fairytales punishment siblings hero ya Cornelia Funke
232fdaa Truth or lie... he had always chosen the lie, to spare his little brother any unpleasant truth. lies family fantasy truth-or-lie young-adult-fantasy brothers siblings liar Cornelia Funke
3010396 It's true that, as my brother grew larger, he also grew dangerous, same as my sister. But they're still ours and we want them back. They're needed here at home. siblings Karen Joy Fowler
3df437b My brother and sister have led extraordinary lives, but I wasn't there, and I can't tell you that part. I've stuck here to the part I can tell, the part that's mine, and still everything I've said is all about them, a chalk outline around the space where they should have been. Three children, one story. The only reason I'm the one telling it is that I'm the one not currently in a cage. siblings Karen Joy Fowler
a8aed09 "Artemis let her head fall back, her eyes closed, her lips suddenly trembling. Apollo dying. "Please. Please, Maximus. I'll refrain from provoking you anymore. I'll stay in the shadows with my stockings and shoes on and never swim in your pond again, never disturb you again, only please do this one thing, I beg you. Save my brother." -- sacrifice love siblings Elizabeth Hoyt
584b586 "Benedict advanced immediately, lunging and attacking, but Colin had always been particularly fleet of foot, and he retreated carefully, meeting Benedict's attack with an expert parry. "You're in a bloody bad mood today," Colin said, lunging forward and just nearly catching Benedict on the shoulder. Benedict stepped out of his way, lifting his blade to block the attack. "Yes, well, I had a bad"-- he advanced again, his foil stretched straight forward--" ." Colin sidestepped his attack neatly. "Nice riposte," he said, touching his forehead with the handle of his foil in a mock salute. "Shut up and fence," Benedict snapped. Colin chuckled and advanced, swishing his blade this way and that, keeping Benedict on the retreat. "It must be a woman," he said. Benedict blocked Colin's attack and quickly began his own advance. "None of your damned business." "It's a woman," Colin said, smirking. Benedict lunged forward, the tip of his foil catching Colin on the collarbone. "Point," he grunted. Colin gave a curt nod. "Touch for you." They walked back to the center of the room. "Are you ready?" he asked. Benedict nodded. " . Fence!" This time Colin was the first to take the attack. "If you need some advice about women . . ." he said, driving Benedict back to the corner. Benedict raised his foil, blocking Colin's attack with enough force to send his younger brother stumbling backward. "If I need advice about women," he returned, "the last person I'd go to would be ." "You wound me," Colin said, regaining his balance. "No," Benedict drawled. "That's what the safety tip is for." "I certainly have a better record with women than ." "Oh really?" Benedict said sarcastically. He stuck his nose in the air, and in a fair imitation of Colin said, "' I am certainly going to marry Penelope Featherington!'" Colin winced. "You," Benedict said, "shouldn't be giving advice to anyone." "I didn't know she was there." Benedict lunged forward, just barely missing Colin's shoulder. "That's no excuse. You were in public, in broad daylight. Even if she hadn't been there, someone would have heard and the bloody thing would have ended up in ." Colin met his lunge with a parry, then riposted with blinding speed, catching Benedict neatly in the belly. "My touch," he grunted. Benedict gave him a nod, acknowledging the point. "I was foolish," Colin said as they walked back to the center of the room. "You, on the other hand, are stupid." "What the hell does that mean?" Colin sighed as he pushed up his mask. "Why don't you just do us all a favor and marry the girl?" -- marry-sophie siblings Julia Quinn
82708f0 Knowing Finn thought I was an awful driver. Like, running of gas while getting a speeding ticket awful. my-life siblings Laura Dave
7cde3ed Do you ever think? What? They were lying together on the sofa that had always been there, the crappy beat-up biscuit-colored sofa that was managing, as best it could, its promotion from threadbare junk to holy artifact. You know. What if I don't know? You fucking do. Okay, yeah. Yes. I, too, wonder if Dad worried so much about every single little goddamned thing . . . That he summoned it. Thanks. I couldn't say it. That some god or goddess heard him, one time too many, getting panicky about whether she'd been carjacked at the mall, or had, like, hair cancer . . . That they delivered the think even he couldn't imagine worrying about. It's not true. I know. But we're both thinking about it. That may have been their betrothal. That may have been when they took their vows: We are no longer siblings, we are mates, starship survivors, a two-man crew wandering the crags and crevices of a planet that may not be inhabited by anyone but us. We no longer need, or want, a father. Still, they really have to call him. It's been way too long. relationship family life mates partner connection brothers siblings Michael Cunningham
b5c81ab Joseph would reach out to me occasionally, the same way the desert blooms a flower every now and then. You get so used to the subtleties of beige and brown, and then a sunshine-yellow poppy bursts from the arm of a prickly pear. How I loved those flower moments, like when he pointed out the moon and Jupiter, but they were rare, and never to be expected. desert-blooms joseph-edelstein rare-mom siblings Aimee Bender
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