I get asked often why Vane doesn't get a POV in the Lost Boys books. And the truth is, he's never spoken to me. I've also said that I like Vane remaining a mystery. But lately, I have been hearing him. In brief moments. In quiet moments. And I realized that perhaps the reason I couldn't hear him is because I never took the time to patiently listen. And Vane is the type of person who would think: If you won't listen, I won't speak. Vane is a complicated man, with trauma and fears and strong opinions. I want to share with you the things I've heard Vane say. This is not a promise that his POV will be in book four, in fact, he hasn't shown up yet. But I am, like you, hungry to hear him, so I will share whatever little pieces I can of him and hope that maybe someday he'll give us a little more.
It was the mortal Greek philosopher Democritus who said, “We know nothing in reality; for truth lies in an abyss.
”Winnie Darling is an abyss, the truth of her unknowable.And there is nothing I hate more than the unknowing.
I don’t understand her, why a mortal girl would choose to love immortal men.
No. Monsters, not men. The fucking lot of us.
I’ve sat on the edge of Marooner’s Rock, tobacco burning between my knuckles, lungs full of smoke, trying to unravel her reasons for being here. For choosing us.
I know what Pan would say - just ask her.
Ask her for her truth, as if that's so easy.
Because there is one terrifying possibility: that she never thought to ask herself. That if someone was stupid enough to ask her the question, she’ll be forced to plunge into the abyss, and the fucking truth? It’ll send her running.
Then I will have to decide: chase her or let her go free.
I know what my answer is. But I also know my answer would be clouded with desire and my fucking dick.
And my dark bleeding heart.
Because when I look at her, my own abyss stares back.
Do I love Winnie Darling?
I am irritated by the answer.
I am pissed that the light found the truth cowering in the fucking dark.Because the answer?
Is yes.