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
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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
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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
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
