Butcher & Blackbird (The Ruinous Love Trilogy #1)

by Brynne Weaver

For those of you who read the trigger warnings and said, “Accidental cannibalism?! Count me in!”This one’s for you.

Stop wallowing like some Hallmark Movie Sad Man Cinderwhatever and come home

‘Art is long, and time is fleeting, and our hearts, though stout and brave, still, like muffled drums, are beating funeral marches to the grave.’”

“I would kill for you, and I have. I would do it again, every damn day. I’d turn myself inside out for you. I would die for you. I don’t just like you, Sloane, and you fucking know it.”

thought I said something about taking it easy,” he argues instead. “Getting rest. No rough … sports.” Rowan’s grin is nothing short of diabolical. “We weren’t playing sports. We were having sex.”

“We’re not like, friends. She can’t call me for … milk.”

So marry me, Sloane, and we’ll go on crazy adventures forever, and fuck shit up, and be best friends and do karate in the garage and make love every day and grow old together.

Maybe I was right. We’re not normal people. We are monsters. But if we’re monsters, we’ll thrive in the dark. Together.