“It’s not a good idea to fall in love, okay?” I say softly. “Not with people, and not with places.” Fen looks surprised by this. “I loved a landscape and watched it burn,” I say. “This island, you can see what it will look like, there’s a film over everything. You can see it disappearing. There’s no stable ground. Not here. Not anywhere else.” “And you’d want to try and survive all of that on your own?” she asks. “What that instability does to relationships—what constant danger does to them—is devastating. It’s unraveling.” I can see she doesn’t believe me but I don’t push the point. She will see, one day. Loving a place is the same as having a child. They are both too much an act of hope, of defiance. And those are a fool’s weapons.”
Book:Wild Dark Shore