Honey (Agía Sahnta #2)

by Mariel Pomeroy

Fear was fickle because it was misunderstood. It hid in the dark place next to the tragedy that made beauty shine, and the worry that anchored excitement, steeping it in trepidation. A necessary evil. Or maybe not evil at all.

“The ones that nourish you and the ones that poison you can look the same.