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

“There are others. Below deck.” Aurora pointed and the woman hissed.


“Then get them. We must be quick.” The woman gestured into the darkness. “It will return.”


“You go, Aurora, I’ll stay here.” Voltaire gave Aurora a firm shove and she turned to glower at him.


“Yes, all right.” Aurora banked her anger at having been pushed, even if it was probably better for Voltaire to remain on deck.


At a run, she then slid down the stairs and hurried to where the others waited, their expressions reflecting fear and anxiety. She looked at Midnight who was bundled in blankets where a worried Tresilian hovered over him.


“Is he all right?” she asked, even though she knew it was a foolish question, and Tresilian shook his head.


“It’s not the blow he took. He has some kind of…of fever. He shivers even though he’s burning up, and there’s a rash developing where that creature grabbed his leg.” Tresilian looked directly into Aurora’s eyes. “He needs medical help. Quickly.”


Chapter 18