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

As they rounded a corner, Aurora stopped just in time to prevent herself slamming into Voltaire’s broad back. She peered around him to see why and her heart sank. Their way forward was barred by Ferdinand.


The man had a sword in his hand, holding it casually at his side, but it was his expression which made Aurora’s blood turn to ice. While Ferdinand’s lips were curved into a half smile, his eyes were cold, devoid of emotion, like a man who was already dead.


“Hello, Voltaire.” Ferdinand didn’t even acknowledge any of the others. “I always knew it would come to this one day. I could never seem to beat you in any other way, and I have no intention of falling on my own sword, so to speak.” Ferdinand stood tall and raised his sword up into a classical duelling position.


“Voltaire…” Aurora started to speak but her voice trailed away as Voltaire gently pushed her aside. He’s right. This is between him and Ferdinand. There’s nothing I can say that will stop this.


Chapter 66