As heady and intoxicating as the scent of pollen on a summer breeze, Honeysuckle is a brutal, stifling and beautiful fairy tale drawing on the Welsh tale of Blodeuwedd. Daye, a flower girl, is created for Rory as the perfect playmate: one who will play whatever you wish. Rory learns to remake Daye for every season, experimenting with her form and abilities. As we come to know Daye, we start to question Rory. Where will he draw the line?
Rory had never asked her how it was, unbeing. Whether she remembered it. Even if he had asked, she didn't know how she would have answered. For once, her inability to talk felt not merely inconvenient but insurmountable. In her head, she tried out words like dry and brittle and motionless. Dark. Suffocating. Frangible. None of them encapsulated it. All they did was make her realize how little suited she was to Rory's version of language. How her fluency ran only skin deep. Her mouth, her hands, her thoughts, all suited for understanding, not expressing.
