A Deliciously Dark
Male/Male Vampire Tale
shown here is only the beginning of a pyrotechnic talent
unfolding into the hidden dimensions of the human and
-North County Times
"A literary triumph where the undead
have more heart & soul than the living."
Ms. Van Hise is the author of the controversial
STAR TREK novel, KILLING TIME, as well as many other novels and
Set against a backdrop of contemporary culture, SONS OF NEVERLAND
explores the universal questions of life & death, sex & love - the
most crucial challenges every human being faces. Told in the poetic voice of myth, SONS OF NEVERLAND
explores one man’s grief as it plunges him into the realm of the
vampire. Here, Stefan encounters Miquel, who is destined to become his
maker. But the price of immortality is high and the vampire warns,
“Through my blood you will learn a secret which will compel you to live
forever, yet a secret so profane it will haunt you for all eternity."
The secret will haunt you,
"What Sons of Neverland resembled to me was the creative
hagiographies of Nikos Kazantzakis, where a few stylized characters
deliver a message that goes way beyond the parameter of the
characters themselves. And much like Kazantzakis, this book zones on
the question of immortality. However, this is not just the decadent
historical immortality of the long-lived vampire, it is immortality
as a change in one's perception. This is the story behind the story,
delivered by characters that are hyper-real - each one loaded with
symbolism. Sons of Neverland will have you filled, even brimming
over with the sense of Mysterium Tremendum et Fascinans. Go there
for a full helping of the numinous."
We hope you will give SONS OF NEVERLAND the opportunity to not only
entertain you with its erotic and sensual descriptions, but to also
challenge YOUR mind in the way any controversial work of "fiction"
may well be a mildly disguised look at the absurd reality in which
we all live...
Readers have compared SONS OF NEVERLAND to the works of Anne Rice,
Carlos Castaneda, and Anais Nin. One reader summed it up as follows:
"SONS OF NEVERLAND is one of the most erotic books I've ever read.
It made me believe in the power of the human heart and gave me a
real glimmer of hope that maybe we CAN live forever if we can get
past the idea that tells us we can't. I found it totally uplifting
regardless of the gritty story In the end, it made me realize that
light can't exist without darkness. Thank you for a truly
exceptional read!" (Charlene J.)
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Sons of Neverland is the story of one man's search for the meaning in the
seemingly senseless death of his daughter. It is a journey through a
world he'd never dreamed existed, a world his daughter had stumbled
into during her own search for meaning in life. The main story
follows Stefan as he meets a mysterious man who turns out to be a
vampire in search of his own place in the scheme of life, death and
what he has discovered in between.
There is a definite sensual atmosphere as Stefan finds himself
intrigued and possibly even in love with Miquel, the vampire in the
Overall, I found Sons of Neverland to be enthralling, intriguing and
intensely erotic. I would recommend Sons of Neverland to any vampire fan
but also to anyone interested in the search for meaning in life and
SONS OF NEVERLAND
Trembling, lost, I clutched my arms to
my chest, leaning heavily against the dirty brick wall for a long time. 'For now, you must return to the dayshine world and make your peace with your mirror'.
Miquel's warning came back
to me, though I knew now he hadn't been referring to the looking glass
above the sink. The world was my mirror, reflecting back at me
whatever I put into it, whether carnivals from the phantasm or a hobo who
was only a visiting zephyr.
The people and the dogs and the props looked real enough, but
I was starting to suspect they weren't as solid as I'd once believed, and
indeed, they were probably hustled off at dusk to an abandoned factory
where they slept a dreamless sleep until some other isolated traveler
thought them back into existence. For when darkness came calling
again, this whole vast stage would fold in on itself to be reborn as a
carnival that existed only at night and brought its own sun in the form of
neon lights and kaleidoscope vampyre eyes.
Like all men, I was afraid of
death and I was most certainly afraid of change, so it stood to reason I
was terrified of this thing Miquel had offered me, for it meant I would no
longer have the luxury of looking at the world the same way. It
meant acknowledging a fourth dimension of sorts, an underworld where
vampyres walked the night and death was the blink of an eye instead of an
endless black sleep.
If we stripped away the social
taboos and could ever confess what we truly believe, I doubt there would
be more than a handful of souls who really believe in heaven, and those
would be captured within the pale green walls of asylums or cloistered
inside dank monasteries.
We all pretended to believe in
some nebulous afterlife, but no one really did. We hired gurus to
search for our truths and doctors to find cures for our ailments, instead
of eradicating the source of the ailments themselves: the belief
that we would die. Death, therefore, had become an
institution, nursed at the breasts of undertakers and all complacent
fools. But faith could no more save my life than wine and wafer
could raise me from the dead.
There was no miraculous
snake-oil on the 6 o'clock news which would cure me of my mortality.
There was only Miquel and his deep red kiss. Take it or leave
it. Live or die.
Now or never....
"Perhaps there's no such thing as true
physical immortality, for even the sun will burn out one day," Miquel
conceded. "But barring such cataclysm, we can live
forever. There are other worlds, other quantum dimensions.
When we're done searching through the rubble of this universe, we'll
simply go someplace else."
I had to look him in the eyes again, touched by
the very misery of which he so casually spoke. "But what's the
point?" I asked. "If your contention is true - that
happiness doesn't exist except in the search for it - why should any being
want to live forever?"
He smiled again, relaxed and entirely radiant as
the rain began falling a little faster. "There are other things
"Oh?" I prompted.
"Love, for one," he ventured, a casual
I glanced away, watching the storm scratch at the
mirrored sky of the creek.
"I went into the city last night," I
told him, remembering my revelations. "And of all the mortals I
drank from in an effort to quell this strange thirst, the one thing all of
them had in common was their abject hatred of love. Oh, they all
want it - every living thing craves it! - but is it love they want
or only to be always searching..."
And in the middle of my sentence, when I was
arguing a philosophical point with my vampyre maker, I suddenly knew what
he was trying to make me see. What terrified me was that I didn't
want to see it so clearly.
Love was the only reason
any of us had for
living, yet it was a reason that had nothing to do with happiness.
Love was its own exegesis, the illusion which was its own reflection in an
endless hall of mirrors. Reason enough for death, reason enough for
Our eyes met in the water. Raindrops
gathering on his hair caught the light, airbrushing a cool silver halo
above his head. For a moment, I couldn't breathe when I remembered
what this fallen angel had done to me.
"Love terrifies me," I confessed as if
to a holy man. Paralyzed with the thought of it, I could barely
think at all.
The dark angel smiled at his own
reflection. "Good," he pronounced easily, and I saw just
the tips of his dangerous fangs. "Then there's hope for you
yet, my friend."
And with that, he took me firmly by the arm and
led me in out of the rain.
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