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

“Yes, thank you. I’m sure he is, Voltaire.” Aurora patted his hand. “Well, we should board the other one, I suppose.” Aurora boarded the vessel and when Voltaire went to pass her, she reached out to him. “Do please sit here. I-I’d like some company.”


“Your concern does you justice. Older sister, I take it?” Voltaire sat carefully beside her.


“Yes. I love my brother very much. He can be exasperating and forgetful, but…but he’s my baby brother.” When Voltaire’s arm came around her shoulders, Aurora didn’t push him away. Instead she leaned into him, soaking up the support he offered. 9


The vessel clicked its way through city streets, but Aurora quickly realised that while the city looked beautiful and immaculate, it was also deserted. Not once did she catch so much as a glimpse of man, woman or child.


“It’s a singular city that’s devoid of denizens, don’t you think?” Voltaire’s breath was warm on Aurora’s cheek as he whispered in her ear.


Chapter 21