Tourist Season Quotes

“Fuck you and your skinbook and your murder dimples and your stupidly beautiful eyes. I won't be swayed by a hot psychopath.”
― Brynne Weaver, Tourist Season

“She’s obviously a terrible person and completely unhinged. And I one hundred percent do not find her in any way adorable. Absolutely not.”
― Brynne Weaver, Tourist Season

“Grief is a phantom that never gives up. It never grows tired of haunting our hearts. It clings on, somehow surviving even when other memories drift away.”
― Brynne Weaver, Tourist Season

“I’M SURE NOBODY GOES ON vacation expecting to be dismembered and put through a woodchipper, but some tourists are just assholes and deserve their fate.”
― Brynne Weaver, Tourist Season: the new must-read dark romantic comedy from the author of Butcher & Blackbird

“Listen,” I say, dropping the severed hands to my sides, “if we’re going to be bitter enemies, I really think we need to improve our communication skills.”
― Brynne Weaver, Tourist Season

“It means I promised I would hunt you until the end of time. And what I get at the end of that hunt might change, but one thing remains the same. You’re mine, Harper. I’ll never let anyone take you from me. Not some asshole like McMillan. Not Sam Porter. Not even the sea.”
― Brynne Weaver, Tourist Season

“Nolan Rhodes said he would walk through hell to drag me out if I ever tried to run. But I don’t hide in hell. I bring it to life.”
― Brynne Weaver, Tourist Season

“Pretty murder bird,” Morpheus says from the garden wall. Our gazes cut toward him as he pecks the last of the morsels off the stone. “Nom, nom. C is for cookie.” Morpheus gives three knocking clucks and then mimics the sound of the diesel tractor engine. Nolan’s eyes slide to the woodchipper and then back to mine, disbelief now mixing with the revulsion that still simmers in his face. “Did you name your woodchipper after the beloved Sesame Street character Cookie Monster and then teach a raven to beg for human snacks made from the people you murdered?”
― Brynne Weaver, Tourist Season

“I’m in love with the woman I came here to kill.”
― Brynne Weaver, Tourist Season

“We might have started as enemies. Two monsters who are missing their souls. But our shadows share a likeness.”
― Brynne Weaver, Tourist Season

“Pretty murder bird,” Morpheus says from the garden wall. Our gazes cut toward him as he pecks the last of the morsels off the stone. “Nom, nom. C is for cookie.”
― Brynne Weaver, Tourist Season

“If you run, I will find you. You can hide in the farthest reaches of the deepest hell, and I will still drag you out. Even the devil can’t save you from me.”
― Brynne Weaver, Tourist Season

“You might have been sent from hell to torment me, but you feel just like heaven.”
― Brynne Weaver, Tourist Season

“But I’m as powerless as the sea is against the moon.”
― Brynne Weaver, Tourist Season

“Society never accepts every facet of a woman’s true nature— especially their grief and trauma and darkness—though it feasts on those things until it consumes them”
― Brynne Weaver, Tourist Season

“we’re just different branches of the same evolutionary tree.”
― Brynne Weaver, Tourist Season

“I had to let go of the woman I used to be and glue my shredded pieces together with shadow and sin to feel anything close to whole again.”
― Brynne Weaver, Tourist Season

“Grief is a phantom that never gives up. It never grows tired of haunting our hearts. It clings on”
― Brynne Weaver, Tourist Season

“Knowing you’re going to lose something before it even starts can be a balm as much as it can be a wound.”
― Brynne Weaver, Tourist Season

“We always think the scent of the ocean refreshes us. Cleanses us. There’s a rightness to that for humankind. We say it gives us peace when it’s really the smell of death and decay.”
― Brynne Weaver, Tourist Season

“Not just one taste. I’m not some fucking snack.” I spread my legs wider. A ravenous shadow descends across Nolan’s face. “If you start, you’re going to finish your fucking meal.”
― Brynne Weaver, Tourist Season

“Society never accepts every facet of a woman’s true nature—especially their grief and trauma and darkness—though it feasts on those things until it consumes them, leaving only a polished facade behind. The world wants a perfect victim. Not the creature a woman like me might choose to become to survive. The best we can hope for is to find another soul who can stand in our path with open arms to embrace us.”
― Brynne Weaver, Tourist Season

“What the fuck. I am not flirting with the woman I might kill. Will kill. I will kill her. Later.”
― Brynne Weaver, Tourist Season

“No matter where you go. No matter how long it takes,” I whisper. I lean a little closer. There’s only an inch or two of space between us. My glare fuses with hers and doesn’t let go. And Harper stares me down in reply. “If you run, I will find you. You can hide in the farthest reaches of the deepest hell, and I will still drag you out. Even the devil can’t save you from me.”
― Brynne Weaver, Tourist Season

“Somehow, his shadow is warmer than the sun.”
― Brynne Weaver, Tourist Season

“I remember Mead smiling at Adam in return, but it never reached the lightless abyss of his eyes.”
― Brynne Weaver, Tourist Season

“I’M SURE NOBODY GOES ON vacation expecting to be dismembered and put through a woodchipper”
― Brynne Weaver, Tourist Season

“Calvert”
― Brynne Weaver, Tourist Season

“I’ll make it hurt next time, if that’s what you want,” he whispers into my ear in a decadent vow. I shudder at the thought, my core clenching with immediate need. “But this time, you’re going to be my good girl and take it sweet.”
― Brynne Weaver, Tourist Season

“First, check into the hotel. Second, go for a walk to loosen things up. Maybe find a sandwich. Third, start hunting down that bitch to give her the slow and painful death she deserves for making me suffer immeasurable grief and pain and torture and indignity. Fourth, hot tub.”
― Brynne Weaver, Tourist Season