Nightingale is human - or would be, had it not been for the manner of her creation. Genetically engineered and grown to adulthood in a lab, she was created, not born. Why? For the sole purpose of the entertainment of rich men as one of the many Inamoratas in the bordello business . Beautiful, elegant, a superb dancer and an even better singer, she is the perfect lover for any man. Perfect, that is, except for her personality - the one thing you can't engineer.

UPDATE!: Neverland: Forsaken Dreamscape will soon find its place alongside its successor, Forsaken Dreamscape (Nevermor #2) in a new Deluxe Edition! Watty Awards 2012 Finalist and much-loved fiction, this is Neverland: Forsaken Dreamscape - a dark fantasy twist on the Peter Pan legend. www.projectnevermor.wordpress.com

This is my story. My name is Lalita and I must warn you before hand that this story is not for the weak at heart. This is not a story for those who are sensitive, defensive, and/or criticizers. Don’t tell me this could never happen because there might be someone like me around you. Don’t tell me what I should have done. What could you have done differently? Don’t pity me. Pity gets you nowhere. I just want you to see me. Please see me and my story. If this makes you cry, I’m sorry. I would never want to inflict the pain that others have inflicted on me but you have been warned. This is my story and it isn’t a happily ever after…

A girl who faces and over comes a series of unfortunate events that would have an average human on their knees begging for mercy. Her whole life was basically an obsticle coarse made to test her strength. But what's does she get? In the end it all pays off and she gets the thing she deserves.

((FULL VERSION AVAILABLE ON KINDLE, 9/9/14!)) Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water. Jack's a preacher's handsome son and Jill's a drunkard's daughter... Jill is a melancholy girl, strange to most; cursed to others. Her home is an isolated village where old superstitions are the key to normality. She is shunned by the townspeople because she is different–because she was born with an unusual birthmark. No one will associate with Jill outside her family, and even they treat her as something that ought to be condemned. And then there is Jack. Jack is the blessed sort–the son of Minister Hilton. He accompanies Jill to the well every day to draw water for the sanctuary. They are not friends, yet he is the only one who has ever been kind to her. There is something about Jack that Jill cannot seem to wrap her mind around. He is different from the rest of them but she can’t say how. She tries to keep herself from wondering about him, telling herself that his secrets can’t matter to her. They can never be close. But as time passes and the town grows more hostile toward her, any kind of friend– even an unacknowledged one–could prove valuable.