Scythe & Sparrow (The Ruinous Love Trilogy, #3)

by Brynne Weaver

For those of you who read B&B and L&L and said, “Hell, I’ve already endured the ice cream and pizza, I might as well keep going” … you truly are my people. This one’s for you!

Be tough. Be tough be tough be tough. You drive a fucking motorcycle in a metal cage in front of an audience of two hundred people in a goddamn circus. The fucking Globe of Death, for fucksakes. Don’t cry, Rose Evans. Don’t you fucking cry. I totally fucking cry.

Lucy’s younger sister’s best friend’s boyfriend told me at the car wash today.” “What were you doing at the car wash? You don’t have a car.”

I want all of her. I want to consume these boundaries between us until I finally feel whole.

“I thought you wanted me to have fun.” “Mayhem in moderation.” “That’s boring.”

“Then you’d better touch yourself. Because I’m about to fucking fill this perfect pussy.”

i gagged

And I won’t be stopping. Not ever. Look out for yourself. Don’t cause too much mayhem, if you can help it. Love,

why the fuck is there a break in the MIDDLE of the fucking letter

“You have Barbara?” I ask, and she gives me a faint nod. “I thought she was performing with the poodles.” “There were some …” Rose pauses, her gaze lifting to the sky as she considers her words. “… incidents. With churros. And maybe one or two with the hot dog stand.”

I hope dragons can sing, because I expect ‘The Rocky Road to Dublin’ at full volume tonight.”