“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
“...she went to the usual spot on her finger and poked with the sharp tip until a drop of blood welled obediently to the surface. It was the brightest colour in the room, more alive than even the body it had just quit.” AliveBloodColourInk Blood Sister ScribeEmma TörzsJoannaJoanna KalotayDrawing BloodBrightest Book:Ink Blood Sister Scribe Source: Ink Blood Sister Scribe