Twilight Prophecy (Wings in the Night Series #14)

Twilight Prophecy (Wings in the Night Series #14)

by Maggie Shayne

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According to ancient prophecy, there's only one chance to avert the complete annihilation of the Undead. Twins James William and Brigit Poe, part human, part vampire, believe that they are that chance. In truth, the key lies with the reclusive—and mortal—scholar Lucy Lanfair.

As Armageddon approaches, antivampire sentiment fuels a war neither side can win, driving James to abandon his moral code and draw Lucy into a deadly battle she wants no part of.

But Lucy soon realizes that she holds this powerful immortal's soul in her hands and that it's her destiny not only to stop a war but to save him from his inner darkness. If she fails, his race will die—and so will her heart. Is the power of love strong enough to save the world?

A Children of Twilight novel

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781459201514
Publisher: MIRA Books
Publication date: 12/14/2015
Series: Wings in the Night Series , #14
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 400
Sales rank: 228,406
File size: 542 KB

About the Author

RITA Award winning, New York Times bestselling author Maggie Shayne has published over 50 novels, including mini-series Wings in the Night (vampires), Secrets of Shadow Falls (suspense) and The Portal (witchcraft). A Wiccan High Priestess, tarot reader, advice columnist and former soap opera writer, Maggie lives in Cortland County, NY, with soulmate Lance and their furry family.

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James dressed in white. White lab coat, white scrubs, white cross-trainers. Sometimes he broke it up with a colored shirt, but for these visits, he mostly stuck with white. Made him fit in.

That was important to him. Fitting in. Though deep down, he knew he didn't. Not anywhere. He was one of a kind. One of a pair, really, but even his twin was his opposite.

Fitting in here, though—or at least, projecting the appearance of doing so—was necessary. A matter of life and death, and maybe part of the elusive thing he'd been seeking his entire life: a reason for his existence.

He nodded in a friendly, confident way to the people he passed in the antiseptic, cluttered corridors of New York Hospital for Children. It was a busy place, even after visiting hours. As soon as he saw his chance, James ducked into one of the patient rooms.

And then he paused and went silent as he turned to look.

There, asleep in the bed, lay a little girl who slept with a knit hat pulled down over her head to cover the fact that she had no hair. No eyebrows, though that was harder to hide, despite the dimness of the room. There was a sickly sweet scent clinging to her, the scent of cancer. And while most human beings wouldn't have been able to detect it, he could. He wasn't entirely human, after all, much as he hated to admit that. Vampiric blood ran in his veins, heightening his senses well beyond the norm. So he smelled the cancer mingling with the stronger scents of antibiotics and the iodine concoction that stained her skin near every puncture wound. The little girl's arms looked as if they'd been used for pincushions. It was barely 9:00 p.m. but she was asleep, her body exhausted. Her spirit worn down. Her name was Me-linda. She was ten years old.

And she was terminal.

His eyes on the sleeping child, he moved closer to the bed. Watching her, keeping his steps silent, he reached out his open hands and laid them gently on the center of her chest, palms down, thumbs touching. He closed his eyes, and opened his heart.

"Doctor?" a woman asked.

James opened his eyes but didn't move his hands. He hadn't noticed the woman sitting beside the bed. Hadn't even checked to be sure the room was empty. This little girl had been his entire focus. And he thought that for as long as he'd been sneaking in and out of hospital rooms by night, he really ought to know better.

He just got so caught up in his work….

"What are you doing?" the woman asked.

He smiled and met her eyes, willing the unnatural glow in his own to bank itself, to hide from her. "Just feeling her heartbeat."

The woman—the little girl's mother, if physical resemblance was anything to go by—lifted her brows. He saw her clearly, despite the darkness of the room. "Isn't that what your stethoscope is for?"

"Do you mind if I finish?" He inserted authority into his tone this time. That was what a real doctor would do, after all. "You're welcome to stay, but I do need silence."

Frowning, Melinda's mother rose from her chair to watch him. He kept his hands on the girl and felt them growing warmer, knew that soon he would give himself away. He had to distract her. "Would you mind getting me her chart? It's over on her nightstand, I believe."

Nodding, though still obviously suspicious of him, she moved to the nightstand. And James let the power he'd felt rising up in him continue to move through him, into his hands and into the child. A soft golden-yellow glow emanated from his palms for a long moment, and he let it, not stopping even when he knew the mother was turning back toward him. Even when he knew from her sharp gasp, that she'd seen.

The power would flow as long as it needed to. Sometimes it took a second, sometimes a minute. But only it knew when it was finished.

"What is that?" the woman asked. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Shh," he whispered. "Just a moment, please."

"A moment my ass. Who are you? Why haven't I seen you before? What's your name?"

The light beamed brighter.

"God, what is that?" And then she was striding to the door, flinging it open. "Help! Someone help me, there's a stranger in here and he's—"

He lost her words in the softness of the hum that filled his head. It was a vibration, a harmonic tone that made his entire body vibrate in resonance with it, and it felt like…well, he couldn't describe what it felt like. Never had been able to. But he thought it must be what it felt like for one's soul to leave one's body at death and to emerge into oneness with the universe. It felt like bliss and perfection and wonder and ecstasy.

The glow died. His hands cooled. A nurse came running, and the room's lights came on. Blinding and harsh. As he lifted his head and finally refocused on the here and now, he became aware of several people standing in the doorway, frozen in that suspended moment before action set in.

But his main focus was on the little girl. Her eyes were open and staring into his, and she knew. He knew she knew. The exchange between them was real and utterly silent, overloaded with meaning. She might not be able to describe it or explain it or even understand it, but on a soul-deep level she knew what had just happened between them. He smiled warmly and gave a nod of affirmation, and he saw the relief, and then the joy, in her eyes.

She smiled back at him, and then someone was grabbing him, pulling his arms behind his back and holding them there, while another someone snatched the name badge from the lapel of his white coat and said, "Call the police."

"The police are already here," said a familiar—and welcome—female voice. "He's been lurking around here for a while," the uniformed "officer" explained. "Someone already called it in." She took hold of his arm. "Come on, buddy. Let's you and me have a little talk in private."

"I want to know what this was all about," the mother demanded.

"Can I see some ID?" one of the nurses said at the same time, addressing his captor.

"Yeah, yeah," Brigit said, her impatience palpable. "How about I get him out of the poor kid's room first, huh? I'll need to question each of you just as soon as I have him securely tucked away in the backseat of my car. Do not go anywhere."

She moved behind James as she spoke, and he felt metal on his wrists, then heard the telltale click of handcuffs snapping tight. She certainly was pouring it on. She took him by an elbow and turned to lead him out of Melinda's room. As the door swung closed behind him, a tiny, beautiful voice said, "It's okay, Mamma. I think he was a angel. Not the kind that comes to take you away. The kind that comes to make you better."

He smiled as he heard those words. Yes. This was his purpose. It was the only thing that gave him any pleasure at all in this isolated, lonely life of his: using his healing gift to save the innocent.

Then his captor shoved him into the elevator, and they rode in silence to the ground floor. He looked her up and down. Her Goldilocks curls were bundled up tight, and her pale blue eyes, with their ebony rings, refused to meet his. When the elevator doors opened, she escorted him unceremoniously outside to her waiting car—a baby-blue, fiftieth anniversary edition Thunderbird—where she opened the passenger door.

He got in. She went around, got behind the wheel and started the engine. Then she reached into her pocket and pulled out a key. "Turn toward the door," she ordered.

James turned toward the side window, so his back and cuffed wrists faced her. She inserted the key, twisted it and the cuffs sprang free. But even as he brought his hands around in front of him, he saw one of the nurses from Melinda's room coming through the hospital doors, frowning as she moved toward the car.

"Incoming," he muttered.

And then the nurse had rounded the car and was tapping on Brigit's window.

Brigit rolled it down in the middle of the nurse's "I knew it! You're not a cop at all, you're—"

Brigit released a growl like that of a panther about to strike. Not human, that sound. It sent chills up even James's spine. He knew she'd exposed her fangs, and probably showed her glowing eyes, as well.

The nurse backed away so fast she fell on her ass, and then Brigit hit the gas and they pulled away, tires squealing before catching pavement and launching the T-Bird into motion.

"That was unnecessary."

She glanced his way, fangs still visible, eyes still aglow. "Says who?"

"Says me. And will you put those damned things away?"

She shrugged, but relaxed enough to let the razor-sharp incisors retract. Her eyes returned to their normal striking ice-blue shade. "So are you done bitching now? Ready to throw in a 'Hi, sis. Thanks for saving my ass back there. Great to see you again.'?"

He sighed, shaking his head. "It is good to see you again, little sister. How are you?"

"I'm good. So far. And you?"


"Typical. One-word answers always were your thing. And I see you're still trying out ways to use your gift. You decide to eradicate death altogether now, or just for those you deem too young to die?"

He lowered his head. "I didn't need your help, you know. I do this sort of thing all the time."

"I know you do. Unlike you, big brother, I care enough to keep track of my kin."

He closed his eyes. "I'd see you more often if you didn't give me this lecture every single freaking time."

"What lecture? The one about abandoning your family? About turning your back on what you truly are, J.W.?"

"It's James."

"It's J.W. It's always been J.W., and it'll always be J.W."

"And I didn't abandon my family or turn my back on what I am."

"No? When's the last time you exposed your fangs, J.W.? When's the last time you tasted human blood?"

The last time.? It had been when he and his sister—his twin—had been adolescents, and their honorary "aunt" Rhiannon had insisted they imbibe. From a glass, not a warm pulsing throat, and still it had repulsed him.

"You're lying to yourself," Brigit said. "It was delicious. It set your soul on fire and left you craving more, and you know it as well as I do."

He was startled, but only briefly. "I'm not used to being around someone who can read my every thought."

"Yeah, well, whose fault is that?"

"Look, I admit, the blood was.appealing. That's what repulsed me. I don't want to be.that way. And I'm not denying who I am, I'm choosing who I want to be, even while trying to discover why I'm here, why I was given this power." He turned his palms up and stared at them, as he had so often throughout his life. "Power over life and death."

"You've always been so sure there's a reason," she said softly.

"I know there is, Brigit."

She nodded. "Well, I hate to admit this, bro, but you're right. There is a reason. And I have recently discovered what it is."

He stared at his beautiful twin, his opposite in almost every way. And yet they were the only two of their kind. He was certain she was kidding at first, because she had always teased and taunted him about his yearning for meaning, his quest for understanding. His innate sense of goodness and morality. But she didn't laugh or even smile at him this time. And her face was stone serious.

"You think you know why we were born?"

"Yeah. And it's not to run along the seashore revivifying dead starfish and tossing them back into the waves like you did when we were kids, or to cure little girls with cancer." She licked her lips and shot him a quick look. "That's what you did, just now, isn't it? Cured her?"

He felt warm all over, and his smile was genuine. "Yeah. She's gonna be just fine."

Brigit's lips curved upward, too, before she bit back the smile and put her trademark stern expression back in place. She was a hard-ass. Or at least she liked people to think she was. They'd played these roles all their lives, and he often wondered why she'd taken to hers as easily as he had taken to his.

His was easy. He was the good twin. The healer. The golden child.

Hers was a harder role to embrace. She was the bad twin. The destroyer, in a manner of speaking. And yet she'd never once complained about the label, even mostly seemed to try to live up to the tag—or rather, live down to it.

"Well?" he asked at length. "Are you going to tell me?"

"I think I have to show you." She nodded at a magazine that was rolled up and tucked into the cup holder between them.

He sighed, about to argue with her, but when he met her eyes, he found her mind open, as well. Nothing hidden, no barriers, which was a very rare thing for his sister. He narrowed his eyes and felt only sincerity coming from her. No pretense, no hidden motives.

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Twilight Prophecy 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 37 reviews.
sunshinejenn03 More than 1 year ago
If you know me, then you know I enjoy vampire fiction. But like any other reader, it still needs to be good. I'm fairly open-minded; Stephenie Meyer wants her vampires to glitter in the sun, J.R. Ward's vampires only drink from each other and not humans. I can get behind both of those, because both authors are using the power of imagination. Maggie Shayne's Twilight Prophecy is WONDERFUL. She carefully and artfully blends history with her imagination to tell the compelling, riveting story of a race on the brink of an apocalypse, and likely, extinction. These vampires do not glitter in the sun, they do not stalk teenager girls whilst asleep. Oh no, these vampires are real. And they live undetected among you and I, eking out an existence by pretending to be the very people they are not. What I truly loved is that Shayne takes characters, and certainly, villains, from our history and tells us, "They are not what you think." Vlad, the Impaler, for example: he wasn't just your ordinary Romanian dictator from the Middle Ages. Legendary Gilgamesh? Not your everyday Sumerian ruler. You might think it's pretty outlandish to include characters that have a far-reaching history in our world, but Maggie Shayne crafts a story of a race against time & history that is so well done, you just might stop to think that anything's possible. I really enjoyed this story and I can't wait for the next book in the series!
ShelleyJax on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Twilight Prophecy is the 17th book in the Wings in the Night series. The premise behind this book sounded interesting enough that I¿m glad I decided to read it. There is a Prophecy that states, in essence, that One Light, One Dark, One who is the Destroyer, and One who is the Salvation shall either destroy or save a race (vampires). But the prophecy itself is only part of what actually happens over the course of this book, and the ending was not what the reader will expect. James and Brigit Poe are twin vampires as well as part human on their mother¿s side. The mother is half human and half vampire who was experienced on by a covert arm of the government called the Division of Paranormal Investigations (DPI). DPI has attempted to cover up the fact that there are actual vampires living among mortals. They do everything they can, including assassinating a former agent, to keeping this information secret, and then giving it to vigilantes. Of course, things don¿t always go the way you want them to, and vigilantes quickly fall into a feeding frenzy and an all-out assault on the vampires, and those they suspect of being vampires, including innocent humans. James and Brigit are able to exist in the daylight because of their human blood. They are able to eat normal food; they don¿t have to worry about the sunlight killing them like full blood vampires; and they have the ability to live forever. James, the golden one, tried to put his vampire nature behind him, traveling across the country and world healing sick and dying people, and not touching blood at all. Brigit, on the other hand, is the badass vampire with the superpowers to throttle anyone who messes with her. She is known as the prophesied destroyer, and she loves the taste of blood. It gives her quicker reflexes, speed, and strength as well as the power to blast things into oblivion.As the story begins, James is healing a very sick little girl who is dying from cancer. After he heals her, Brigit escorts him out of the hospital and tells him that it¿s time to put his big boy pants on, and become the vampire he really is. The vampire race is in grave danger, and they are the only ones who can save it from imploding if it¿s not already too late. There is another key to that equation; Professor Lucy Lanfair.Lucy is a professor of archaeology at Binghamton University (Central New York) who is also a translator of ancient texts. She discovered and recently translated a tablet that was found to be in Sumerian. The table itself is 4500 years old. Lucy¿s parents were also archaeologists but they were killed in a dig in Iraq when she was 11 years old. She basically has her work, and her dog to keep her company.We soon discover that Lucy is one of the Chosen; a rare mortals who possesses the Belladonna Antigen and with it, the potential to become a vampire. Vampires can sense her kind, smell them, and could not fight their instinct to protect them. With Lucy¿s rare blood type, she can expect to die in her mid-30¿s unless, of course, she becomes a vampire. The antigen also makes Lucy prone to being a night owl, sleeping during the day, staying up all night. It makes her grow more and more sensitive to the sunlight. This book is a cross between romance between James and Lucy. A mystery as to who the destroyer really is and who the savior of the vampire community is. Suspense to see how far the vigilantes and the government will go to rid the world of vampires and the Chosen ones, and a paranormal who¿s who of vampires from across the ages starting with the very first vampire, Utanapishtim, leaping forward to James and Brigit and throwing in such legendary vamps as Vlad and Gilgamesh the King of Ancient Sumer. Thoughts: I thought Lucy¿s character development from the timid scholarly professor type who stumbles acrossed a deep dark secret and then watches in horror as someone is shot to death in order to keep the secret from getting out to the public, to the end when she realizes she will
g82hug on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
James and Brigette Poe discover that the Vampire race is in danger of being exterminated and they'll do whatever it takes to make sure that it doesn't happen. Professor Lucy Lanfair unwittingly becomes a part of the plan to save the Vampires from certain doom, trouble is bravery is not her strong suit, where others may race toward a fire to save lives, Lucy has always run away. Before it's all said and done Lucy will find strength she never knew she had and love that she never knew existed. Will the prophecy be fulfilled?This is my very first time reading Maggie Shayne and I can hardly believe that I hadn't heard of her before. Twilight Prophecy is a wonderfully entertaining. I will most certainly be reading other books in the Wings in the Night series. Maggie is an incredible storyteller. Each character has three-dementional and original in their own light. Once I started reading...I didn't want to stop! Twilight Fulfilled will be released later this year and I can't wait.I received this book free from NetGalley. I was not required to write a positive review, the opinions expressed are my own.
Jasmyn9 More than 1 year ago
I am so happy that I stuck with this series. After taking a small dip and changing directions, it seems we're back on track with the vamps I love. Coming back to the original group of vampires was something I really looked forward to doing. While we get a brief glimpse at Vixen and some of her crew (maybe more to come from them later?), we really get to see Rhiannon and her completely awesome panther, the twin half-breeds, and all the rest of my old favorites!! As the world realizes that vampires might actually exist, things to to hell in quite a large hand basket very quickly. Senseless burning of both vampires and non-vampires, wide spread fear, and a lack of understanding. At the center of it all are James, his twin sister Brigit, and a strangely captivating human named Lucy. As they work together to save as many vampires as they can and translate an ancient prophecy Lucy and James become quite close. There is a lot of distrust floating around in this one, and I loved it. I know I sure wouldn't trust some random vampire the first day I found out they actually existed. Their slow building of trust and friendship was amazing. At heart they are so much alike, but how they react to things is just so different. A great couple to see grow closer. There is also plenty of action as DPI is back in full force and preparing their final blow. We also get to meet a new player in the game that really surprised me. He is fascinating and I wonder what is going to happen with him. Lots of great things are starting up again, and I really need to get my hands on the next one soon!
MorellisCupcake More than 1 year ago
I started the "Children of Twilight" series knowing that they would be the last two books dedicated to the beloved vams that I grew up with. With each new book in the series I thought "This one was my favotite" or "This couple was my favorite". I am still partial to Edge (Edgar) and Amber Lily, who are the parents of the hybrid twins in this series but J.W. and Lucy have such a great dynamic that it's a close call. I think that the bond forged by the impending doom they face has made for excellent reading and, in true Maggie Shayne fashion, the writing draws you in and keeps you wanting more.
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Thoroughly enjoyed this book. Could not put it down. Must get the rest of the series. Loved the story and characters.
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Amber Lancaster More than 1 year ago
Twilight Prophecy really reminded me of why I fell in love with this series over ten years ago. It brought back many characters from throughout the series and made me want to reread the entire series so I could revisit those characters' stories. This book focuses on James (one of Amber Lily's twins) and Lucy and their journey to prevent the annihilation of the vampire species. Thankfully, I already have Twilight Fulfilled on my nook because the ending of this Twilight Prophecy will leave you wanting to dive into the next book to learn more.
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