Any Way the Wind Blows (Simon Snow, #3)

by Rainbow Rowell

I know I’ll never love anyone like I love Baz. I know he’s the love of my life. Of all my lives. The Mage believed in reincarnation. Of a thousand lives stacked on top of each other. “Some lives we squander,” he said. “And some we seize.”

What a ridiculous creature. Happy that I put butter on his sandwich. As if I wouldn’t make the world spin backwards if I thought he’d like it better that way.

It’s like trying to be in a relationship with one of those fields Princess Diana was always drawing worthy attention to—the war is over, the armies have gone home, but no one knows where the mines are buried.

How does a minefield try?

“Fuck you, Snow.” “Someday, perhaps. I’ve been told there’s hope.”

I loop his tail around my hand again and hold him everywhere tight. “No,” I repeat. “I can touch you less gently, but I won’t love you less kindly.”

And Normals don’t matter.