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

by Brynne Weaver

If you hit someone in the back of the head hard enough, you can pop their eyeballs right out of their face.

Oki incipit

“You look like a TV doctor. Dr. McSpicy or something. What are your credentials?”

Mdrrrr

“Pearls?” I snort a laugh. “You’re into pearling? No offense, but you don’t strike me as the type, Doc.”

Mais elle est grave drole mdr je la kiffe

“Yeah, I heard that. But you’d manage better at my house,”

Ah booooooon

nearly say something stupid, like I like carpet,

MDRRRRRR

“I got a little stuck. And you specifically said, ‘Any trouble whatsoever, call me.’ This is ‘trouble whatsoever.’” “I didn’t mean killing someone and disposing of their body.”

Je suis mdr

“That’s good. Make sure you get the evidence really embedded in the fibers,” Fionn says.

MDRRRRRR

“Both, probably. So I guess you’ll be evenly matched.”

J'aime bien parce que meme si c un mimi il a de la repartie

I’d started to question what kind of people drew those lines around our lives, and whose benefit those boundaries are really for. Because the more women I meet like me, the more I believe the rules were never made with us in mind.

Merci

“It wasn’t really by choice. But I’d take a raccoon to the face for you any day, Rose Evans.”

She’s so fucking beautiful it sometimes hurts just to look at her.

“It’s okay to love your darkness and still love yourself. It doesn’t make you a bad person. It makes you a whole one.”

“You don’t have to try so hard to be somebody else,” I say, and Fionn meets my eyes. “I like the dark too.”

“Do you really think I would ever, ever let you threaten her and walk away? Do you seriously think you could hurt her, and I would just let you live? You don’t deserve mercy.

A man a man a maaaaan

And the moment his lips touch mine, I know I’ll never be the same.

Hiiii enfin

“I cannot. Risk. You. I will not. Please, Rose. I’m begging you.

Croatia

Wtf

I’ll stay at Covecrest Cottages but I’ll wait from dawn to dusk at the lookout for you.

Maaaw

tattoo that runs the length of my left forearm, one of her heart’s rhythms, traced with precision from a photo I took of her EKG as she slept in the hospital.

OMFG

“I like cuddling. We’d have to permanently dissolve that rule.”

Mimi

“Dear Fionn,” she says, her voice barely more than a whisper.

Omg :(

When I’m sure she won’t see, I pull a box from my pocket. I flip open the lid. The ring catches the dim light.

HIIIIIIII

I had love like that once too. I had Adam.

OMG HARPER HI