Blood of my blood, she thought, flesh of my flesh, so many years away.

Not that lovely little body, flesh of my flesh, nursed at my breast.

As she had ordered, they would go out and sire new flesh of her flesh.

Every day he became more accustomed to them and to his foster mother, who finally came to accept him as flesh of her flesh.

Lady wanted to establish some kind of emotional dialog with this flesh of her flesh.

People don't give flesh of their flesh because they want to.

As far as I'm concerned, you're flesh of my flesh.

He could hear throughout the house the heavy breathing and restive movements of eight women, all flesh of his flesh.

I mean she was flesh of my flesh from the start.

It is flesh of my flesh, after all, and as such my child, every bit as much as you.