Wild ​Reverence

by Rebecca Ross

I stared up at the sky, naming the constellations, until I found hers—a bright six points. Herald of the gods. A kestrel in flight. I willed those stars to burn always, because I could not bear to imagine them ever going dark.

I love them

“He chose me first,” I replied. “He dreamt of me before I knew of him. His soul found mine before I even knew how to look for his.”

Matilda smiled at me. That is when I knew I was doomed, knee-deep in this quandary. I loved her.

The yearning in this book is so good