Butcher And The Wren Quotes

Sound can manipulate emotions better than almost anything else.

Nothing is worse than being forgotten.

WRENS ARE TRULY MAGNIFICENT LITTLE creatures. They signify rebirth and protection, immortality, and strength. Because of the wren’s small stature, most larger birds and predators underestimate its incredible ingenuity and intelligence. But while technically fragile, the wren outwits its underprepared predator to come out on top when threatened.

Everything in his view is cast in a sickly green hue, but to Tara it’s as dark as the inside of an executioner’s hood.

People are just too dumb to understand that their own predilections are suggestive of a gene pool that is rooted in brutality.

Besides, it is hard to feel anything but disgust for a man sitting in his own piss and still using words like pussy.

he almost pulls a muscle trying to stop his eyes from rolling.

these calling cards indicate insecurity more than confidence, like someone who tells a joke but then spends a half hour explaining the punch line.

They will fail to acknowledge that sometimes the devil is just a human who wants to inflict pain. He’s not some entity to summon or some demon to combat. He’s your neighbor. He’s a teacher. He’s a police officer. Humans are the real rulers of hell.

What, scattering bird entrails across the cobblestones? Or do you inhale mystical vapours and babble prophecy in a stupor?” “I made a pendulum of an acorn,” said Butcher, “and ate it.” Wren stared at him. Butcher did not elaborate. Nor did he seem in any way discomfited by Wren’s continued scepticism.

Her wails had been his lullaby for a deep, if brief, sleep.

The room seems to agree that overreacting is highly preferable to possibly risking more lives.

They will fail to acknowledge that sometimes the devil is just a human who wants to inflict pain. He’s not some entity to summon or some demon to combat.

But as safe as it should have felt, it was all so foreign to Jeremy. He managed to find discomfort in the comfort.

The ensuing pause drew out into a lengthy silence as the two men stared each other down. Then, in a single stride, Butcher was upon him. Even barefoot, he towered over Wren. Near enough to fill Wren’s lungs with his woodsmoke musk. Near enough for Wren to feel the heat of his body radiating through his woollen tunic. And near enough for Butcher to raise his hand to Wren’s jaw and gently lift his chin.

She says thanks,” Butcher murmured before Wren could ask. Wren stopped himself from questioning the pronoun. He knew little enough of human women. He could hardly expect to know a she-wolf on first sight, though now he knew better than to assume.

Nature always makes the best soundtrack.

It’s like the universe was asking him to take out its trash. Of course, he obliged.

You owe me,” she says with a wink. “I don’t owe you shit,” he responds to her coldly

Holdfast The dead are for morticians & butchers to touch. Only a gloved hand. Even my son will leave a grounded wren or bat alone like a hot stove. When he spots a monarch in the driveway he stares. It’s dead, I say, you can touch it. The opposite rule: butterflies are too fragile to hold alive, just the brush of skin could rip a wing. He skims the orange & black whorls with only two fingers, the way he learned to feel the backs of starfish & horseshoe crabs at the zoo, the way he thinks we touch all strangers. I was sad to be born, he tells me, because it means I will die. I once loved someone I never touched. We played records & drank coffee from chipped bowls, but didn’t speak of the days pierced by radiation. A friend said: Let her pretend. She needs one person who doesn’t know. If I held her, I would have left bruises, if I undressed her, I would have seen scars, so we never touched & she never had to say she was dying. We should hold each other more while we are still alive, even if it hurts. People really die of loneliness, skin hunger the doctors call it. In a study on love, baby monkeys were given a choice between a wire mother with milk & a wool mother with none. Like them, I would choose to starve & hold the soft body.