And turnips - endless ruptured turnips.

“You’re not mending anything, remember, Sand? The hedge.” He paused and shook his head at himself. “And Perrotte’s away for a few minutes, and…

— Merrie Haskell

“Perrotte frowned. “I’d like to turn a plowshare into a sword ,” she said. “I’d cut our way out of those thorns, and then…

— Merrie Haskell

“How did you get into the castle, Alexandre, son of Gilles Smith?” Sand shrugged. “A saint kidnapped me from his shrine and put me…

— Merrie Haskell

“Saint Melor’s father was Saint Meliau.” “Was everyone in Bertaèyn a saint, back in the day?” “Everyone who didn’t murder anyone, maybe,” Perrotte said.”

— Merrie Haskell

“A falcon. I can see that. I thought you said nothing lived here?” Sand’s face went blank. “There was nothing alive, except for me,…

— Merrie Haskell

“The magical force that had sundered everything in the castle had occasionally made some very odd choices in its destruction—Sand found a hammer that…

— Merrie Haskell

“I’m alive,” he groaned. “But I’m not doing a very good job of it.”

— Merrie Haskell

“Are you suggesting we eat cursed fruit? Vicious fruit? Attacking fruit?”

— Merrie Haskell

“The truth is . . . Well, the truth is the truth, and thus worth telling, but sometimes truths are so complicated that it’s…

— Merrie Haskell

“The shrine I prayed at not to go to university,” Sand said. “I guess your prayer was answered,” Perrotte said. Sand strongly considered throwing…

— Merrie Haskell

What happened was that the doctor told me that I'd ruptured my kidney from being too busy and being stressed out and not eating…

— J Dilla

“Dillon’s project partner had a ruptured appendix, thus blowing their chances of finishing the midterm”

— Kait Nolan

“Five toms bound and gagged. One ruptured scrotum...”

— Rachel Vincent

As well as supper; then I'll rummage through her ruptured cunt. Found the mustard, fuckin' nosey neighbors notice somethings up.

— Earl Sweatshirt

I don't even think I was quite a year old. My mother was maybe seven months pregnant with my little brother. I was sucked…

— Ernest Cline