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. Copyright © 2020 Martha Carr and Michael Anderle Cover Art by Jake @ J Caleb Design http://jcalebdesign.com / [email protected] A Michael Anderle Production LMBPN Publishing supports the right to free expression and the value of copyright. The purpose of copyright is to encourage writers and artists to produce the creative works that enrich our culture. The distribution of this book without permission is a theft of the author’s intellectual property. If you would like permission to use material from the book (other than for review purposes), please contact [email protected]. Thank you for your support of the author’s rights. LMBPN Publishing PMB 196, 2540 South Maryland Pkwy Las Vegas, NV 89109 First US Edition, April, 2020 eBook ISBN: 978-1-64202-868-3 Print ISBN: 978-1-64202-869-0 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 Free Books Author Notes - Martha Carr Author Notes - Michael Anderle Connect with The Authors Other Books By Martha Carr Books By Michael Anderle The Quote The Drow Nevermore Team Thanks to the JIT Readers If I’ve missed anyone, please let us know! Angel LaVey Daniel Weigert Dave Hicks Deb Mader Debi Sateren Diane L. Smith Jackey Hankard-Brodie Jeff Eaton Jeff Goode John Ashmore Micky Cocker Paul Westman Peter Manis Veronica Stephan-Miller Editor The Skyhunter Editing Team 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 Those Who Love To Read. 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
