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

by Rebecca Yarros

a smile that might actually control the tides if it would appear twice a day—that’s

“Oh shit, she’s a wounded bird? That’s like your fucking catnip.”

“I don’t need to think. I already know. I’m just glad you’re catching up, because I am so far gone for you that I can’t even see the shore anymore.”

I’m going to love you so hard that three months will be a pencil dot on our timeline.”

“I’m going to love you so well that you’ll never doubt that I choose you. Every day. Every situation. I choose you.”

“I choose you. And if I have to let you lose me so you can save yourself, then I’ll hold on enough for the both of us. That’s how much I love you.”

I see you everywhere, in the stars, in the river; to me you’re everything that exists; the reality of everything.