Brother and sister team Midnight and Aurora Pendragon have a successful airship business taking clients on trips to be photographed with their pet pterodactyl. The last thing they expect is to have one such trip hijacked by the dashing adventurer Voltaire Crevin and his right-hand man Trevilian Hawke. While his sister and Voltaire repeatedly lock horns, Midnight finds himself increasingly drawn to Trevilian. Finally, Voltaire explains they are trying to prevent a weapon of mass destruction from falling into the hands of a ruthless, secret organization, the S.O.R. With Midnight’s help, they take the airship down into an extinct volcano to find that not only does Atlantis still exist, but the weapon is in the hands of the few remaining Atlanteans. But if Voltaire had believed the S.O.R. were ruthless, it's nothing compared to that of the Atlanteans who seek to return to the surface and rule the world using their ultimate weapon: The Leviathan. Midnight’s feelings for Trevilian deepen as they seek a way to stop the Atlanteans and escape from Atlantis. Danger comes in many ways and takes many forms, each more deadly than the last. Can Midnight and Trevilian survive long enough to know whether love never dies?

Love Never Dies

Unable to tear his gaze away, Midnight stared as Tresilian threw one bag on board, then jumped from the ramp, onto the ship’s rail, and vaulted onto the deck. Midnight took a couple of steps back but caught his heel on something and started to fall.


But before he could hit the ground, he was swept up and suddenly Tresilian’s face was only inches from his own. The man grinned broadly.


“Take a care. Wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.”


“Take your hands off my brother this instant.” Aurora shouted out. “Hey! How dareyou!”


The moment Aurora’s attention had been diverted to Midnight’s mishap, Voltaire had dodged around her and was already bowing low to Dryden as Drusilla wandered over to the men.


“I really am verysorry. You look such an amazing couple, and what a wonderfulway to spend your day. How about I pay for your trip to make up for my being here?”


“I really don’t—” Drusilla began to speak, but Dryden interrupted.


Chapter 9