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

“They made their choice.” Tresilian squeezed Midnight’s shoulder, his voice soft. “They’ll be fine. Adam and Tsillah will make certain of it.”


“I-I guess you’re right.” Midnight shook his head as they walked side by side back up the ramp. “I just thought they’d all be coming with us.”


“Adam would never be left in peace, my love. And Tsillah and her people belong in the oceans.”


“That’s true.” Midnight activated the machinery to withdraw the ramp. “They willbe fine.”


“Let’s get out of here, Midnight.” Aurora called out from her place at the wheel. “Raise the anchor and cast off.”


“Something’s wrong with Voltaire. Can you manage on your own?” Tresilian asked and Midnight nodded.


“Of course. This is my job.” Midnight hurried to deal with the anchor, glancing briefly to where Tresilian bent over an ashen-faced Voltaire.


“Power, Midnight.” Aurora yelled and Midnight waved his acknowledgement.


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