Honeyed Quotes

“When distrust is so profound that it makes you wary of every word dripping from honeyed lips...
It sharpens your instincts...Now for a woman, THAT is a powerful weapon...”
― Virginia Alison

“Something changed.
The glow in my chest ballooned down to my fingertips. I couldn’t feel the monster, nor could I hear its voice, as sunshine and power poured into my limbs, filling my heart to bursting. I gathered all the love I could muster for Eva, all the years spent missing her, all the ways she’d changed me and made me new. The flowers around us seemed to sigh, the heartbeat of the earth so close I could taste it. I could take it.
But I didn’t want to take things anymore. I wanted to mend.
A heady sensation filled the gaps in my mind where the darkness lay. But this was not my monster. It was sweet, and it poured through me, through Eva too, bright and sweet as sticky, sugary gold. Every breath was honeyed. Every breath was life.”
― Ruth McKell, Honey in Her Veins

“The crystal flacon was cold and empty, but it had a surprising weight to it. It had to be real gold on the vessel, caging the clear glass in a lavish pattern of vines and thorns. I stroked the edges of the rose crowning the stopper so lifelike in full bloom that I had to remind myself it would be impossible to dip flowers in molten gold.
That rose— that sweet rose. I brought the flacon closer, inhaling the scent, begging it to reveal its secret. It was honeyed, almost like a centifolia rose, and yet there was an indescribable effervescence to it.
In my mind’s eye, a primeval garden spread before me, the golden outline of a woman rising from the tangles of rosebushes unscathed, as delicate and beautiful as any of the blossoms around her. Not a woman, an ancient goddess— Venia, mother of the fairies, who saw to love, beauty, and healing.”
― Alexandra Bracken, Immortal Rose