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

Although Aurora had described the opulence of the rooms to him, Midnight was still stunned when they walked into the dining room to a fanfare of conch shells. Nor did he feel suitably prepared for the sight of Tullia and Maximus.


The group were escorted up to the monarchs where they studied Midnight intensely before speaking.


“We’re pleased to see you looking so well, Midnight-Pendragon.” Tullia inclined her head. “I am the Nisut-bity Tullia Maat-hor, and this my consort, the Princeps Maximus Sa-Ra. We would like to formally welcome you to the city of Atlantis.”


“Um…thank you, Ma’am.” Midnight bowed, unsure what else to do.


“You may call us by name while here. Outside this room you will refer to us by our royal titles. All may sit.”


Everyone at the table obeyed and Midnight tried to focus his attention anywhere but at the royal couple at the top of the table. He was peripherally aware of Tresilian leaning toward him.


Chapter 37