Quote The Drow Nevermore (Goth Drow Book 2)
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Quote the Drow Nevermore
Goth Drow™ Book Two
Martha Carr
Michael Anderle
This book is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Sometimes both.
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First US Edition, April, 2020
Version 1.01, April 2020
eBook ISBN: 978-1-64202-868-3
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
Chapter 69
Chapter 70
Chapter 71
Chapter 72
Chapter 73
Chapter 74
Chapter 75
Chapter 76
Chapter 77
Chapter 78
Chapter 79
Chapter 80
Chapter 81
Chapter 82
Chapter 83
Chapter 84
Chapter 85
Chapter 86
Chapter 87
Chapter 88
Chapter 89
Chapter 90
Chapter 91
Chapter 92
Chapter 93
Chapter 94
Chapter 95
Chapter 96
Chapter 97
Chapter 98
Chapter 99
Chapter 100
Chapter 101
Chapter 102
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Dedications
From Martha
To everyone who still believes in magic
and all the possibilities that holds.
To all the readers who make this
entire ride so much fun.
And to my son, Louie and so many wonderful friends who remind me all the time of what
really matters and how wonderful
life can be in any given moment.
From Michael
To Family, Friends and
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May We All Enjoy Grace
To Live The Life We Are
Called.
Chapter One
Sitting in a cheap metal folding chair on his side of the iron bars, L’zar Verdys studied his halfling daughter with a feral grin. “I suppose I owe it to you to give you the first shot at this. So. Is there anything you want to ask me?”
“Yeah. Why’d you just leave her that night without a word?” Cheyenne’s anger burned even stronger inside her, racing up her spine and across her shoulders, fueling her. But she was already in her drow form—the purple-gray skin and bone-white hair, pointed ears and glowing golden eyes just like her father’s—so there really was nothing to hold back.
L’zar let out a soft, low chuckle like a rumbling purr. “Going right for the throat, I see.”
“Don’t tell me you expected a bunch of polite small talk?”
“Honestly, I didn’t expect much of anything.” L’zar stretched his legs out in front of him, crossing one ankle over the other in his gray prison-issue sweatpants, and scratched the side of his chin. “So far, I’ve been nothing but pleasantly surprised.”
“Are you gonna answer my question or not?” Cheyenne studied the drow prisoner’s calculating gaze, the secret smile on his dark lips. He looks real cozy behind those bars. Like he doesn’t care where he is.
“There’s a short and long answer for everything,” he said. “Right now, all you need to know is I left the way I did because I had to.”
“Bullshit.”
L’zar shrugged. “You can believe whatever you want, but you’re getting your answers from the source now. I left without a word because I couldn’t let your mother know who I really am. I also couldn’t run the risk of you knowing until you were ready to find me. Which, apparently, you now are.”
Cheyenne shook her head. “You escaped from Chateau D’rahl that night on your own. Why’d you come back to turn yourself in?”
“Because I had to. And so you could find me when you were ready.”
“Are those gonna be your answers for everything?”
L’zar cocked his head. “Only for the questions you’re asking right now. Anything else?”
He doesn’t
want to tell me anything. The halfling pressed her lips together and glared at the drow who’d given her all her power and left her to figure it out on her own.
“Well, while you think about it, I’ll just keep the ball rolling.” He tossed the loose strands of white hair out of his eyes. “How’s school?”
She blinked. “It’s a joke.”
“That doesn’t surprise me. I imagine there’s very little your professors can teach you at this point, after everything you’ve managed on your own. The dark web feels like a remarkably fitting place for a dark elf to spend her time, even a halfling.”
How the hell does he know about that?
Cheyenne shifted in the chair. “As the guy who knocked up Bianca Summerlin and abandoned her—and me—you seem to think you actually know who I am.”
“I’m sure there’s much more beneath the surface.” L’zar chuckled again, his golden eyes flashing in the dim yellow lights bolted to the stone walls of the Dungeon. “I really am anxious to dig deeper. I know there’s plenty you don’t show the rest of the world.”
“You don’t know anything about me. Whatever drow spy trick you’re trying to pull, I’m not buying it.”
“I’m not asking you to buy into anything, Cheyenne.” He rocked back in his chair like he was buckling down to really get comfortable. “Tell me about your friend in the hospital.”
“What?”
“The one born Earthside who can’t use what was passed down to her by blood. I hope she’s recovering well.”
He won’t flat-out say what Ember is when Sir and the guard are listening. What kinda bullshit game is that?
“That’s none of your business,” she muttered. “And I didn’t come here to talk about someone else.”
“No, of course not.” L’zar licked his lips, and the next smile he gave her almost looked gentle. “You came here to see your drow father with your own eyes. To size up the man who made you what you are, just to know if he fits into the same shape your imagination gave him. Well? Were you close?”
Her nostrils flared as he spread his arms and chuckled again. This is just a game to him.
“Don’t you have any questions about her?”
L’zar shook his head. “Not really. You’re far more interesting, Cheyenne. And you wouldn’t tell me anything about your mother even if I wanted to know. Let’s cut the bullshit, huh? You and I are the same that way. We don’t do very well with pretenses.”
Cheyenne scoffed. “Fine. Why did you leave her the box?”
“For you. Don’t ask questions you already know the answer to. It’s boring, and it’s not who you are.”
“Then tell me what it’s for. How does it work?”
L’zar shook his head. “That’s for you to discover on your own. And I am so looking forward to the day when you reach that point. I hope you’ll come and tell me all about it.”
A new flash of rage churned through her. He has to give me something.
“Okay. Since you think you know so much about my life and what I’m getting into, tell me about the bull’s head.”
For the first time, L’zar reacted to her words with something other than blasé amusement. His eyes widened, and he pulled his legs in toward the chair again before leaning forward. “What about it?”
Can’t give too much away with our FRoE audience in the booth. “I’ve been seeing it around a lot lately on magicals who think they know something about me too. What does it mean?”
The drow on the other side of the bars sucked his teeth and hissed. “That’s an issue that should have stayed in Ambar’ogúl where it belongs.”
“Yeah, well, it didn’t. And now it’s my issue.” Cheyenne leaned toward his face, so much like her own. “Now’s your chance to make this little meeting worth my time. What does it mean?”
He shook his head. “We’re not gonna talk about that.”
“Then I’ve run out of things to say. Easter Bunny.”
A high-pitched whine filled the Dungeon a second before those iron bars lit up with crackling green fell energy, buzzing and sparking between father and daughter. The low lights inset into the walls flashed from a dull yellow to an eerie red, and a blaring alarm cut through the cavern every five seconds. L’zar glanced quickly at the ceiling and the fell energy crackling down the iron bars of his visitation cage. In one swift movement, he stood from the chair and stepped away from the bars. His white teeth glinted in the red alarm lights when he grinned at her and offered her one slow nod.
Cheyenne stood from her chair and meant to push it aside. Instead, the thing went flying sideways across the cavern and clattered against the stone wall. Swift, urgent footsteps echoed behind her, then a warning arm settled on her elbow.
“Let’s go,” the guard said over the alarm.
The halfling jerked her elbow away and glared at L’zar. The drow prisoner threw his head back and laughed, the sound ringing out across the Dungeon between the blaring bursts of the alarm splitting Cheyenne’s head.
“Come see me again when you’ve learned how to ask the questions that really matter,” he said through his laughter. “Then these little talks will be a lot easier for both of us.”
Forcing herself not to fling her magic at those bars and tear the whole cell apart to get to him, Cheyenne spun on her heels and stormed back toward the booth. Sir stood just beside the open door, his arms folded, his face showing no expression. L’zar’s laughter followed her toward the booth, and she didn’t bother turning around to see what would happen to him next.
Should’ve known the real L’zar would be a lot more disappointing than I imagined.
She didn’t look at Sir as she stepped into the booth stretching across the cavern. He entered behind her with the prison guard close on their heels, then the door shut with a loud click and a metallic echo. The guard slammed his hand down on the control panel and the obnoxiously screaming alarm cut out entirely, at least inside the booth. The red lights still illuminated the Dungeon and L’zar’s overlarge cell and the fell energy still fizzled along those thick iron bars, creating a muddy halo of green and red light around them.
“That was a lot shorter than I expected,” Sir muttered.
“Why are you complaining?” Cheyenne spat. “Now you have plenty of time to make it back for lunch.”
Sir didn’t find that very funny and folded his arms again as she pushed the door on the other side of the booth.
She glanced back at the guard and spread her arms. “You gonna open this thing or what?”
The man raised his eyebrows and pressed another button on the control panel. When the door buzzed, Cheyenne shoved her hands against it and stormed out the other side of the booth. The alarm was probably supposed to be silent now, but her drow hearing picked it up from the other side of the booth just the same. And L’zar’s laughter continued.
The elevator doors were closed when she reached them. Where’s the damn button?
She searched the stone walls but couldn’t find anything to call the stupid elevator back down.
“It’s on its way,” Sir said from behind her.
“Whatever.” Cheyenne clenched her fists by her sides and stared at the closed doors set into the stone wall. And I woke up early for this.
Chapter Two
As soon as Cheyenne and Sir stepped into the elevator, the blaring alarm cut out entirely. The lights inset in the walls stayed red, though, and the bars still hummed with green fell energy.
L’zar smoothed his white hair away from his face and pulled a deep breath in through his nose. Another chuckle escaped him. That went well.
Waiting for the prison guards to make their way down here with their magical cattle prods and their dampening cuffs and all the fell-powered firearms they could hold, the drow moved toward the back of the cell and lowered himself to the floor. He faced the back wall, crossing his legs beneath him, and centered his focus again. Just to be sure. A little double-checking never hurt anyone.
Hidden from the Dungeo
n’s security cameras and the guard in that damn booth, his hands moved in one more complicated pattern, drawing the power toward him for his next little spell. It was not to fight what was coming for him or make things harder for the guards, although the thought was tempting. Right now, the distant past would give him more reassurance than anything.
When he finished casting the spell, a wavering silver light bloomed in his hands and illuminated the stone wall of the cell in front of him. The shimmering, opalescent forms took shape quickly, and L’zar watched the conjured image of himself from so many centuries ago.