“Crystals of old honey on her body's tongue, long hardened, were loosening in the warmth of her spilling blood, turning from grain to syrup, a slow sweet hum of wings unfurling from deep within her and looping outward, solid and multitudinous, the comb in her chest and the workers in her veins, and the hive all around her.” MagicBloodHoneyBeesEstherInk Blood Sister ScribeEmma TörzsEsther KalotayScribeHive Book:Ink Blood Sister Scribe Source: Ink Blood Sister Scribe
“It took her a moment, as always, to acclimate to the roar that surged in her mind's ears, a sound she had attempted to describe to her sister and mother more than once but never could. Like being filled with golden bees that were all actually one bee, which was actually a field of shining wheat rustling beneath a blazing sun. It was a sound but not a sound. It was in her ears but it was in her head. It was like tasting a feeling and the feeling was power.” SoundMagicNoiseBeesWheatSoundsInk Blood Sister ScribeEmma TörzsJoannaJoanna Kalotay Book:Ink Blood Sister Scribe Source: Ink Blood Sister Scribe
“Being invisible is actually so uncomfortable, it's like bees are crawling inside my skin. I'm really over it.” FunnyMagicInvisibleUncomfortableOver ItBeesCrawlingInk Blood Sister ScribeEmma Törzs Book:Ink Blood Sister Scribe Source: Ink Blood Sister Scribe