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

by Brynne Weaver

I might have been abandoned here, left in a cage. Maybe my wings have been clipped. But I can still fly.

“To be honest, I was relieved it wasn’t the raccoon again. Do you know how hard it is to get a codeine-addicted raccoon out of a ventilation system? Fucking hard.”

She gets inside and pulls every loose thread, unraveling sutures through old wounds, opening them up to look inside. It’s as though she’s tearing my thoughts apart, stitch by stitch, until I don’t recognize the pattern of who I’m supposed to be.

A single, unwanted thought passes through my mind, that maybe he’s right. Scratching an itch can turn it into an open wound.

“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.”

But maybe it’s not so comfortable anymore. Maybe it feels a little tight. For all its benefits, especially for someone like me, the freedom of that nomadic life is sometimes just an illusion.