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

With their deathly pale skin, taut over a skeletal skull, and red and black beads replacing their hair, Midnight wasn’t certain if he was facing a man or a woman. They stared down at him with pale eyes as cold and devoid of emotion as chips of turquoise.


“Midnight, this is the Court Physician. We’re in the palace of the city of Atlantis. She’s responsible for your recovery.” Tresilian kept his voice soft, and gave Midnight’s hand another squeeze, and Midnight decided he was being warned.


“Oh, I see. Um, I’m very honoured.”


“You’re not well enough to feel honoured.” The physician’s laugh was dry, and it displayed her gem-encrusted teeth. “But I appreciate your politeness. I am Merit-Ptah, Swnwt to the imperial Nisut-bity and Princeps of Atlantis.”


“Atlantis.” Midnight echoed, wondering if he was dreaming, or hallucinating. “Um…delighted to meet you. Midnight Pendragon, at your service, madam.” He glanced at Tresilian.


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