The Fae Princes (Vicious Lost Boys, #4)

by Nikki St. Crowe

“I think you care very little,” she goes on, “because you think that keeps you safe. If you care for very little, you have very little to lose.” A knot forms between my shoulder blades, making me shift again. “But you know what?” Smee says. “Caring for so little means that when you actually do care, losing it has a much higher cost.”

amor fati or, the love of one’s fate. His ship had been blown off course, and he’d left his world and found himself stuck in another and yet, he took it for a grand adventure. The love of one’s fate.

I can’t love my fate when I am full of regret and what ifs. Nani loved to say you must let go in order to get to where you’re going.

I’m afraid they’re just sand in my hands and that eventually the grains will sift through my fingers, no matter how hard I grip them.

We are fire and debris from lives lived broken and terrified. We fuck like love is a salve we are terrified of using up. We fuck like there is only now.

it’s left me feeling untethered and disconnected. Nothing is as it should be. I am trying very hard to keep the panic at bay.

Tears spring to my eyes. Because it feels good and innocent and I forgot what it was just to enjoy something for what it is.

“Listen to me for once, for Christ’s sake. Sometimes shitty things happen just because. Sometimes there is no reason and no one to blame, least of all yourself.”