Wayward Son (Simon Snow, #2)

by Rainbow Rowell

“Is the theme British?” she asks, suddenly indignant. “Is it just weird and British?”

Crowley, if this is what it takes to keep Simon in my arms—gunshots and Quiet Zones and high-speed chases—I’m here for it. I’ll swear to it. I’ve found my vocation.

“I can’t decide if you’re more like a starfucker or more like a big-game hunter.”