The Drow There and Nothing More Goth Drow™ Book Three Martha CarrMichael 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, June, 2020 eBook ISBN: 978-1-64202-985-7 Print ISBN: 978-1-64202-986-4 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 Free Books Author Notes - Martha Carr Author Notes - Michael Anderle Connect with The Authors Other Books By Martha Carr Books By Michael Anderle The Drow There and Nothing More Team Thanks to the JIT Readers John Ashmore Allen Collins Angel LaVey Daniel Weigert Deb Mader Debi Sateren Diane L. Smith Jackey Hankard-Brodie Jeff Eaton Jeff Goode John Ashmore Kerry Mortimer Larry Omans Paul Westman Peter Manis Veronica Stephan-Miller If we’ve missed anyone, please let us know! 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 Cheyenne Summerlin rolled over in her bed and reached for the stack of pillows she’d grown used to grabbing in her sleep. Instead of pillows, her hand slapped down heavily on air, and she almost rolled onto the floor. Her first instinct was to keep from falling. Her hand lashed out, and the force of her newly unlocked telekinesis threw her back onto the small bed while splintering the wooden floor beside her with a crunch. The halfling drew her hand back and pushed herself up to sit in the narrow twin bed, blinking herself awake. Where the hell am I? In two seconds, she recognized the massive bookshelf against the wall and the desk against the window. Cheyenne groaned and vigorously rubbed her cheeks. Still at Chez Summerlin. I did everything I could to stay out of here. The halfling blinked at the ceiling and tossed her childhood comforter off before slipping out of bed. When her gaze fell on the shallow crater she’d blasted into the floor, she winced. She stooped to drag the black area rug from in front of the bookshelf to the divot in the floor, covering it relatively well. Eleanor’s gonna find this the next time she cleans in here. Right now, I’m pretty sure a dented floor is the last thing on Mom’s mind. Cheyenne slipped into her clothes from yesterday, then grabbed her phone off the nightstand to check for messages. There was nothing. “So, Corian found nothing, or he’s just too busy to bother. Fine.” She shoved the phone into her back pocket and froze when the sounds of soft laughter and clinking glasses carried toward her from down the hall. Tilting her head, the halfling opened the door to her old bedroom and glanced at the breakfast room at the back of the second story. The doors were open, and she caught a brief glimpse of Eleanor walking across the room before the woman disappeared. They sound awfully happy, considering what’s going on right outside. The halfling shuffled down the hall, running her fingers through her tangled black hair. A few strands caught on her septum piercing, and she grimaced as she fought to free her face from her hair. Then she reached the open doors to the breakfast room and raised her eyebrows. They’d rearranged the chairs to face the long, curved wall of windows so Ember could roll her wheelchair up to the very center. In the cream armchairs on either side of Cheyenne’s fae friend sat Bianca Summerlin and Eleanor, both of them dressed and ready for the day. Eleanor had just sat back down in her chair but turned with a grin when Cheyenne cleared her throat. “Good morning, sleepyhead.” Bianca shot the woman an amused glance before raising her Bloody Mary to her lips. “We thought we’d let you sleep in this morning, Cheyenne.” The halfling smirked. “It’s only seven-thirty.” “Correct.” Bianca drank. “I do hope that’s not nearly as late as you normally sleep. Doesn’t your earliest class start at eight-thirty?” Cheyenne shot the back of her mom’s head a playful frown. If it was anyone else, I’d wonder how she knew that. “Not anymore.” The halfling crossed the wide room toward the three women enjoying themselves and the now-less-peaceful view of the valley behind Bianca Summerlin’s home. “I think I started to tell you last night. My schedule’s changed a little.” She stopped behind Ember and put a hand on her friend’s shoulder. “You doin’ okay in here with these two?” The fae looked at her over her shoulder and smirked. “I think I can hold my own.” Eleanor chuckled. “And she didn’t even join us for a Bloody Mary.” “I had enough to
