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’s no dry way.” Tsillah glanced over her shoulder. The Atlanteans use a trap door to toss their failures into the catacombs. They won’t risk injury or infection. Even with the blood of their prisoner to help them, recovery takes longer each time.”


“At least they’re not immortal.” Tresilian murmured.


“Here. These are my people.” Tsillah indicated the figures ahead of them and there was no missing the pride in her voice.


The tunnel had opened out into a large cavern and its floor sloped away becoming a huge, black pool. At its far end, narrow, thick bars prevented anyone getting in or out. It was dimly lit, and the stench of rotting fish made Midnight’s eyes water.


Chapter 57