The Reality of Everything (Flight & Glory, #5)

by Rebecca Yarros

That girl had some damage, and it ran deep. Like calls to like.

I love that something plain like a broken jam jar can be transformed by the cold saltwater and rough sand over years and years. Kind of like what hurts actually refines it, if that makes any sense.”

“I mean, it’s always the things that look harmless that end up wrecking you, right?”

For the first time in my life, I was forced into second place in a race I hadn’t been aware I’d been running, and the guy was miles ahead. I was literally losing to a ghost.

Funny because he was 'second choice carter'

“Maybe it is futile. Maybe one day we’ll be forced to abandon it. But it’s okay to fight for something you love, to dig it out and build it back up in hopes that this time the foundation will be strong enough to withstand the hurricane. It’s just like what you’re doing with the house.”

“But she’s also too important, too unique, and too beautiful to stand by and do nothing while she drowns. While she might look delicate, she’s actually incredibly strong and capable of taking a storm or two.”

I think you’re pretty fucking perfect, wreckage and all.”

“Tea?” “Only if it’s sweet,” she replied, leaning back against the Formica. “Honey, it’s the South. It’s always sweet.”

“I’m not in a rush, Morgan. I can wait as long as you need me to.”

You don’t have to be with me. I’ll be with you.”