Neverland, We Come

The Goddess is obsolete. Or not.
So five bitter young men learn, after they burn their school and set off on wild and wicked wandering in aimless flight.
Drafted to a war-in-self fostered along generations of their forefathers, the young rebels don’t quite recognise their master race, master sex conditioning has sundered them from the balancing native spirit connected wholly to Goddess in all, including self.
Until along the way the Goddess energy intervenes, in the form of an enigmatic multi-ethnic woman as brown and inviting as earth itself. And as Mother Earth has her contrasting faces, so too does this woman.
“I am called Faith,” she tells the self-willed exiles.
They attach to her in shockingly intimate fashion and find themselves surprised, not by what they do not know about her, but by what they never knew about themselves.
Hurt, Lost, Betray, Slay and Hate, strive after some kind of conversion via pseudonym and sex, corruption and catharsis, with Faith as their sometimes sadistic spur, sometimes sweet savior, always North Star.
Each “lostboy” strives to live up to his newly-chosen name, certain that this is what will fully free him from the trammels of the existence he fled. Except, Faith – full of secrets Faith – ever reveals that nothing should be taken at face value by the unbalanced and uninitiated.
Part Bildungsroman, part allegory, this magical realism story matches shades of The Pilgrim’s Progress to modern male road trip, in a rite of passage to an uncertain end.