Second to the Right (The Neverland Chronicles, #1)

by T.S. Kinley

I popped the delicate clasp and looked for the inscription that I knew was inside, ‘To die will be an awfully big adventure.’

“Don’t you know that nothing lasts forever, no matter how hard you wish it to be so?”

“Try to get some sleep, my sweet Hen.” I finally began to drift off to sleep with the lulling patter of rain and the repetitive caress of his hand along my body. As I slipped into the clouded haze of sleep, I thought I heard Ryder’s soft voice whisper, “We have time. I won’t rush things with you. I plan to draw this out. Savor every step along the way… then maybe you’ll stay.”

We may be Lost Boys but we still have our manners,”

“I want you. I don’t care anymore if you break me when you leave. I’d rather be a broken man who took his chance at real love rather than a foolish man that turned his back on it.”

“I know I’ve made a complete mess of things, but not anymore. I’ll take whatever you want to give me, in whatever time we have left, and that will have to suffice. I’ll have to find the strength to hold it together until the end of eternity. Maybe we could meet there, in the end, and pick up where we left off.”

“Gwen, I know I can’t keep you,” he said slowly, his voice husky and low, “but in this moment, you are mine.”

“The fact that I’m only human.” And there it was, the infamous Peter Pan, with all of the amazing things he’d seen and done, underneath it all, he was only human.

“But I think it’s only fitting for a daughter of Wendy to be Queen of the Lost Boys.”

He was sex incarnate. A beautifully packaged poison tempting you to take a taste of its sweet death.

“We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far.” He quoted H.P. Lovecraft and it could not have been more appropriate.