He is anywhere I am. He is inside me, and my brain closes around him like hands around a warm drink. In fact he’s more a part of me than my own limbs, because even though Amundsen’s dog ghosts sink their teeth into my cut thigh, they can’t reach deep enough to rip out Titus. And oh, I am so glad of him.
Even though no one else in the world can find me now, he is never out of reach. Even though Time is a one-way street and it’s not taking me anywhere I want to go, with Titus I can travel to and fro through Time….

“The White Darkness” by Geraldine McCaughrean


This is that YA book we always rec if people want a good description of plurality in the soulbonding department.

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