Edge of Twilight. Maggie Shayne

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      Praise for the novels of MAGGIE SHAYNE

      “Maggie Shayne demonstrates an absolutely superb

      touch, blending fantasy and romance into an

      outstanding reading experience.”

      —RT Book Reviews on Embrace the Twilight

      “Maggie Shayne is better than chocolate. She

      satisfies every wicked craving.”

      —New York Times bestselling author Suzanne Forster.

      “Maggie Shayne delivers sheer delight, and fans new

      and old of her vampire series can rejoice.”

      —RT Book Reviews on Twilight Hunger

      “Maggie Shayne delivers romance with sweeping

      intensity and bewitching passion.”

      —New York Times bestselling author Jayne Ann Krentz

      “Shayne’s gift has made her one of the pre-eminent

      voices in paranormal romance today!”

      —RT Book Reviews

      “Prince of Twilight is guaranteed to delight fans of the long-running Wings in the Night series … Shayne keeps things moving quickly, yet always allows the reader to savor her love scenes.” —RT Book Reviews on Prince of Twilight

      About the Author

      Multiple New York Times bestseller MAGGIE SHAYNE is one of the hottest authors currently writing paranormal romance.

      Her works are fresh and sexy, carrying the reader into a darkly compelling and fully realized world where vampires are creatures of the heart, not just the night.

      Also available from Maggie Shayne

      ANGEL’S PAIN

      LOVER’S BITE

      DEMON’S KISS

      NIGHT’S EDGE

      (with Charlaine Harris and Barbara Hambly)

      TWILIGHT HUNGER

      MAGGIE

      SHAYNE

      EDGE OF

      TWILIGHT

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      This one is for you, though I’ve never known your name,

      You, gentle-voiced spirits who whisper to me,

      Who speak louder in case I didn’t hear,

      Who shout if I remain unmoved,

      Who kick my shins until I either bleed,

      Or take heed.

      This one is for you. You, eternal muses

      Who shake me from the depths of sleep with an idea, A scene,

      A story that must be told, You who drag my mind away from conversation, And put that blank stare in my eyes, and silence my lips, So that friends and family think me rude and inattentive, Because suddenly, I can hear only you!

      This one is for you,

      Goddess of the Storytellers of old,

      You who make me run stop signs,

      And leap up from a public meal,

      My exclamation nonsensical to any who might hear

      As I race off to find a computer,

      A pad and pen,

      An eyeliner and napkin,

      Anything! Anything to capture your whisper, your breath, My inspiration.

      This one is for you.

      Hell, they all are.

      Prologue

       Summer, 1959

      “The guy actually pissed himself, I scared him so badly,” Bridget said, laughing as they cut through the alley, jumped up onto the skeletal remains of a fire escape and swung inward through the broken window to land on the floor far below. The abandoned warehouse’s floorboards were cracked from these oft repeated impacts. But it was home to the Gang of Five.

      Edge loved the kid. But he wasn’t happy with her right now. He tousled her Orphan Annie curls, knocked the matching barrettes askew. Twelve years old when she was made over; twelve she would remain, even though she’d been undead for more than a decade now. He’d found her on the street, wandering, alone. Orphaned by her maker, just as he’d been. Just as they all had been.

      “So who the hell was he?” he asked.

      Shrugging, Bridget climbed a ladder to the loft-like second floor, where they always met after a day of scavenging to divvy up the take. Edge didn’t climb, he jumped. When he landed, a little cloud of dust rose up.

      “Nice entrance,” Ginger said without getting up from where she sat on the floor, her voice dripping sarcasm. She dressed all in black, kept her short hair and dagger-sharp nails that color, too, as if trying to live the cliché. She brushed the dust from her black jeans as if he’d put it there deliberately.

      “Quit your bitching, Ginger,” Bridget snapped.

      “Watch your mouth, pipsqueak.”

      Bridget spun on her, and Ginger leaped to her feet.

      “Hey, hey, knock it off!” Baby-faced Scott got to his feet, as well, putting himself between them. “Come on, what’s your problem, anyway?” He was skinny but strong. As strong as any of them were, at least, which was damn strong in comparison to humans. As vampires, they were kittens. “Fledglings” was the term Edge had heard older ones use. Both Ginger and Scottie had been undead for less than five years. She’d been eighteen, and he’d been a year younger, when the change occurred. Babies. But that was why they needed each other. And why they needed him.

      Ginger and Bridget didn’t show any signs of backing off. Scottie’s blond, blue-eyed head and rail-thin build were hardly any more intimidating than his butter-soft voice.

      “Settle down,” Edge said. He said it sternly. “Now.”

      Blinking guiltily, the females parted. They always followed his orders. Edge hadn’t applied for the job of leader of this little gang, it had just fallen to him naturally. He was the oldest. He’d been twenty-three when he was made over, which was older than any of them had been. And he’d been a vampire longer than any of them. Twelve years now. The hideout was his own. They’d just sort of … followed him home, one by one, until he had this gang of homeless vamps. A natural progression, he figured. He’d been part of a street gang in Ireland, the year


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