Neverland Ashes is a dark reimagining of Peter Pan set in 1947 London, where fog hides bomb craters, ration lines, and a predator that used to fly. Peter is old, hungry, and earthbound, living off the belief of children who still see wonder in broken streets. The newspapers call it the Grey Child Sickness, a wave of kids who wake vacant and ancient. Detective Inspector James Barrow hunts a pattern through amnesia and grief, until Wendy returns, unchanged since childhood, with a fresh hook-shaped scar and the truth: Neverland is not a paradise, it is a parasite that feeds on innocence and uses Peter as its lure.As the investigation tightens, folklore turns forensic. The island's influence creeps across the Channel like a storm looking for fuel. Peter remembers the sky but cannot reach it, so he stalks belief through soot and rain while Wendy forces him to face what Neverland made of him. The clock is not mercy, the clicking is not a game, and the second star is a locked door that wants to be opened again.What you will find insidePost-war urban horror rooted in real streets, bombed-out tenements, and river fog that hides more than rubble.A fallen Peter in predator mode, a returned Wendy who knows the rules now, and a bulldog inspector who refuses to look away.Rule-bound magic with a cost: belief as currency, stories as bait, an island that feeds and remembers.Unsettling set pieces: a lair lined with children's trophies, a market hunt in the rain, and a final stand where memory fights the island's erasure.Perfect for readers who loveDark fantasy, folk horror, and literary twists on classic tales; urban historical thrillers where the city itself acts like a character; stories that turn nostalgia into evidence and childhood myths into predators.Content guidanceChild endangerment handled with restraint, psychological distress, violence, grief, and historical trauma. The narrative condemns exploitation and honors its victims.If you want a rule-true nightmare that takes you from nursery stories to coal smoke, river mud, and dry, inhuman clicking in the fog, step into Neverland Ashes and see what still waits between the stars and the Thames.