It was as if she wanted to fail, the darkness in her veins whispering lies into her ear. She knew they were lies, had heard them before, but it was hard to remember their duplicity when the words sounded so sweet.
A lot of readers seem confused about the ending of Honey because author doesn’t believably reinforce the concept of Aheia having—rather than shadows—a self-destructive, unreliable voice in her head. That is her “Dark Urge” so to speak, and it’s too easily confused with her own inner monologue (should really choose one or the other, if she isn’t going to discern between the two with some form of punctuation or identifier).
