“It was ridiculous to cast my shadow over her light. The bee girl didn’t know what it was like to wonder if she even had a soul, or if the emptiness inside was merely a sign that her soul was rotten. She had honey in her veins, not death. Not rot. Not like me.” HoneyRottenMagical RealismRomantasyLight And ShadowBook TitlePersonality Disorder Book:Honey in Her Veins Source: Honey in Her Veins