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

“I will protect him. With my own life if needs, be.”


“None of thatkind of talk.” Midnight tugged Tresilian down for a kiss. “We’ll make it. Allof us.”


“Let’s hurry.” Adam laid his hand on Midnight’s shoulder. “If we don’t see you in the library in a couple of hours, Tresilian, I promise we’ll be at the ship. Don’t wait too long. If we succeed, the palace won’t be a safe place to be.”


“Take care, Tresilian. I love you.” Midnight didn’t wait for whatever reply Tresilian might have made. He was already running after Adam. After all, it’s not like he loves me the way I love him.


When Adam had claimed to know the palace, it hadn’t been an exaggeration. With Midnight trotting to keep pace, Adam led him to a part of the palace he’d never seen. There were few decorations here. Just hewn rock, as if the Atlanteans couldn’t be bothered to make this area attractive and a cold feeling lodged in Midnight’s stomach.


Chapter 64