Butcher & Blackbird
Brynne Weaver, 2023
Romance Mystery, thriller & crimeContemporary fiction
Rival serial killers keep meeting over shared crime scenes and an attraction they cannot justify—a dark rom-com about appetite, consent, and one person who makes violence feel like intimacy.
Feels like dread and melancholy. About death and freedom.
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What it sounds like when devotion stops apologising for itself.
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 is the first book in Weaver's Ruinous Love trilogy; the series pairs rival killers and is known for its wry trigger warnings.
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Questions readers ask
- What is Butcher & Blackbird like?
- Feels like dread and melancholy. About death and freedom.
- What should I read after Butcher & Blackbird?
- If you liked Butcher & Blackbird, try The Frozen River (Ariel Lawhon), The Butterfly Garden (Dot Hutchison) and Does It Hurt? (H.D. Carlton).
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The fairy tale that explains why some people keep striking matches.
And that stupid little girl stood in the winter and kept lighting matches to catch glimpses of families that weren’t—could never be—hers and froze to death in those harsh moments of reality between matches, because even though matches can burn, they’re light, not heat.
The Butterfly Garden · Dot Hutchison
The terrifying arithmetic of needing one person to breathe.
There’s a place in the ocean, so deep, where not a single point of light penetrates through it. And for so long, I’ve been trapped there, unable to breathe. When I met you, you lifted me out of that darkness, and it was the first time I came up for air. You’ve become my oxygen, bella ladra, and I can no longer breathe without you.
Does It Hurt? · H.D. Carlton
Some people keep a darker world on hand so the real one stays bearable.
I needed for the imaginary version of my world to be darker than my real world. Otherwise, I would have wanted to leave them both.
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