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

“Hang on, Midnight. I’m coming.” Tresilian’s booming voice rang out.


“I can’t hold on.” Midnight yelled back, his grip failing. A pair of stout brown boots filled Midnight’s skewed vision, something bright glinted, and he the way Tresilian’s hand moved as he hacked at the tentacle until it relinquished its grip.


Then the pressure on his ankle was gone. Glancing down his body, Midnight saw that Tresilian had severed the tentacle with a lethal-looking sword.


“Midnight. Get us away from here.” Aurora shouted. “Miss Dru, Mr Brewer, get below deck, immediately.”


“Can you manage?” Tresilian asked and Midnight nodded, accepting the strong hand as Tresilian helped him to his feet. “Are you all right, Midnight? Can you stand unaided?”


Chapter 17