Butcher & Blackbird Quotes

“I didn’t gouge them out, Butcher. I plucked them. Delicately. Like a lady.”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird

“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.”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird

“There's art in our scars. There's wonder in the way we can heal.”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird

“Maybe I was right. We’re not normal people. We are monsters. But if we’re monsters, we’ll thrive in the dark. Together.”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird

“Boobs plus murder don’t equal a relationship, Lark. That math ain’t mathin’.”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird

“Because I ‘like you’...?” Rowan cackles an incredulous laugh. “Like. You. Seriously…? Christ, Sloane. You are fucking brilliant but also the most willfully oblivious person I have ever met. Do you really think I just like you when I framed a drawing you left for me on a scrap of paper you tore from a notebook? The one I hung it in the kitchen so I can look at it every day and think of you? Do you think I just like you when I tattoo it on my skin? I play this fucking game every year and tear my heart out watching you walk away, only to do it all over again, and I like you? You think I just like you when I fuck you like this?”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird

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

“He’s Rowan,” Sloane says, gesturing at me again. Rose narrows her eyes as though this is insufficient information. “He’s my f-fr…boy. Guy. A man-guy. I’m…with. Here.”  I snort a laugh as Rose’s face scrunches. “Man-guy,” I echo. “Real smooth, Blackbird.”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird

“You have never been unlovable. You were just waiting for someone who will love you for who you are, not for who they want you to be. I can do that, if you'll let me.”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird

“You might be psycho,” I say with a grin as her eyes narrow, “but you’re my psycho, and I’m yours. Got it?”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird

“Did you just propose on a napkin with a ring you stuffed in a guy’s eye hole?”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird

“Being a serial killer who kills serial killers is a great hobby… Until you find yourself locked in a cage.”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird

“I want to ruin her so that she’s mine, my beautiful disaster. My wild creature. My goddess of chaos.”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird

“Lobotomy,’ I mouth at him, trying to make it look like I’m scratching my forehead when I tap it and nod toward David. Rowan’s head tilts and I roll my eyes, gritting my teeth. ‘Lo-bo-to-my.’ Rowan’s head tilts in the other direction, his brow still furrowed but a hint of a grin playing at his lips. He subtly points at me, and then at himself. ‘You love me?’ he mouths.  I smack my head.”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird

“I just want to be tossed around a bit. Manhandled, you know? Call me a dirty little slut and I’m all for it.”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird

“Pick a safe word. Do it now.” I swallow. Hard. “Chainsaw.” He huffs a laugh, a burst of warmth against my core. “How fitting, love. Now be a good girl and find something to grab on to…” he says, then passes one long, slow lick over my center. “...Because I’m about to destroy you.”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird

“I think we’re officially best friends now,” she says.  “Oh yeah? Do you want to go do karate in the garage?”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird

“You know what they say, Blackbird. ‘It’s all fun and games until someone loses an eye,’” I whisper. “And that’s when the real fun begins.”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird

“You’ll love me one day,”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird

“But finding someone who could understand me for all the shattered pieces beneath the mask? I needed that. Before you came along, something was missing. You, Rowan. You were missing. You made it safe to feel seen. Safe to play on our terms. Safe to have fun, even though our fun might not be everyone’s idea of a good time.”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird

“No boys allowed unless they have scales and a breeding kink.”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird

“No. Christ. Now give me that dragon dick, Blackbird.”  “No way.” I manage to slip out of my chair with the e-reader before he can grab me, waving it toward him in a taunt as I back away toward our rooms. “Goodnight, weirdo. I’m going to bed. Early bird gets the worm, you know. Might plan myself a solo hiking trip to Davis Creek. No boys allowed unless they have scales and a breeding kink.”  “Of all the times to forget my dinosaur onesie at home.” Rowan sighs,”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird

“And sometimes the best things come out of the fire.”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird

“Come on, Blackbird. I need some dragonman DP.”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird

“Did I get the raven you left on the table tattooed on my back?” His smile is teasing, but there’s a hint of shyness in it as he finishes my thought. “Yeah. Appears to be the case.”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird

“Something caught your eye, pretty boy?” I whisper.  “Yes,” he says, his voice pained. “God, yes, Sloane. All of you.”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird

“I thought I told you once not to let your prettiness get to your head,” she says.   “Just had to check that you still think I’m pretty.”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird

“I’m not taking the most beautiful girl of the night to the social event of the year in a fucking Honda Accord.”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird

“What are you doing?” I hiss. Rowan rests the handle of the ax against his shoulder and huffs before giving me a wink. “Getting revenge for hurting my girl, of course.”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird

“I love you, Rowan,” I blurt out. I take only a moment to register the shock in Rowan’s expression before I barrel into him, wrapping his solid body in my embrace. His heart hammers beneath my ear as I press my face to his chest.  His arms fold around me, one hand threading into my hair as he lays a kiss to the crown of my head. “I love you too, Sloane. So fucking much. But the restaurant was probably a giant clue.”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird