Wayward Son (Simon Snow, #2)

by Rainbow Rowell

“You don’t do magic,” Penelope told him. “You are magic.” I … am magic.

I loved this part.

I didn’t tell him, I never told him. Not in a way that he believed. Not in a way that he could let in and hold on to. Everything he was to me. That he was everything.

:'(

He doesn’t know how much I love him. He’s never really heard it. I’d wake up every morning and tell myself

This will end in flames.

Fuck yes.

Go ahead and shoot me. This isn’t my favourite shirt.

Dear Lord.

“Merlin,” Penelope says. “Watch out for the fire, Simon—he’s still flammable.

Love the "flammable" mentions. Please never stop, Rainbow.

Penelope sighs, leaning over the seat, and Baz holds his wand to her mouth. “Kiss it better!” “Basil, that’s a family spell!” “Hush,” he says, kissing her cheek. He wipes the blood from her mouth with his sleeve. His arm is shaking. “You okay?”

CUTEST SCENE EVER. I JUMPED OFF A CLIFF. THEY ARE FAMILY NOW. PENNY AND BAZ ARE FAMILY.

That’s why people get in a convertible and hit the road without a map. That’s the promise. That you’ll finally see yourself when you don’t recognize the scenery.

I feel this very strongly concerning traveling in general.

“Why can’t you see that I wouldn’t be happy anywhere without you?”

BABIES.